Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Monday, May 14, 2007

the pitter patter of little feet

I'm not sure if it's the initiation of the "newbie", but I was told this horror story of how last summer they found rats in the roof just above our heads. Just another joy of working on the top floor.

Last week, I heard something on the ceiling late in the day around 5:30. But I was able to recognize the pattern as human footsteps. There's a slow deliberate pace of the human step (not to mention the groan of the roof from the weight). So I figured it was a maintainance issue.

Today I'm hearing a rapid pace of scritches on the ceiling above me. I don't think it's human. I'll guess I'll ask if the traps are still up there.

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