So around 5 o'clock this morning Dave and I were awoken by a scratching noise coming from the ceiling.
Me: What the heck is that?
Dave: Nothing, it's just Lincoln rubbing the ball against the side of his crib.
Me: He isn't even awake.
Dave: Yes he was, I heard him talking.
(I turn off the monitor and the scratching noise continues)
Me: It isn't Linc, Dave what is that?
Dave: Probably a mouse or something. There isn't anything I can do about it now, I will check it out in the morning.
(Scratching continues....)
Me: Well, what if the mouse scratches through the drywall and falls into our room.
We listened to that scratching until about 7:30 in the morning. Ahhhhh! I guess we will be heading to the store for rat poison unless I can have a conversation with our two outdoor cats (aka the cats that came with the house).
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