The icing on the cake to all my wisdom teeth woes, read previous posts to catch-up if necessary, happened last night. As I'm trying to fall asleep, while my arm throbs with phlebitis, I hear noises in the ceiling like something's crawling up there. The wife noticed some noises a few nights ago. I'm thinking what else could possibly happen to me this past week. I start to sweat as I think about what could be up there and if it could possibly fall through the ceiling and land on our bed. I leave the wife, as she likes her sleep, and I go downstairs to sleep on the couch -- I couldn't hear that scratching noise anymore coming from the ceiling -- it really freaked me out!
So, today I plan on calling some pest control places to see what kind of dealio I've got in my roof -- there's no way I'm popping my head up there to see what it could be -- that's not my bag, man.
I'll keep you updated as things transpire.
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Update: July 19
Since this last posting, I have heard no more of the scampering in the ceiling. I still listen intently just before I fall asleep though.
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