Critters that hide in walls make me crazy. When I was still in school, I was sitting at the kitchen table working on a paper when I heard paper being torn. I opened the cabinet and the shelf paper was a little bit shredded. Looked around, closed the cabinet, went back to writing, heard tearing, ran back to cabinet, threw open the door, nothing. This went on for four or five cycles until I finally left the cabinet doors open and sat on the floor half watching, half writing. It finally gave up. That hadda be one wiseguy mouse. If we’re the superior species, how is it that the little mouse manipulated me into doing my paper on the floor?
My cat had crawled into the dryer vent outlet which led not outside but into the floor joists.
[REAL safe design there.]
So my cat decided to wander around under the floor.
Well, we couldn’t find her.
Upon calling her, we heard “Mwow.”
This went on for awhile.
Me saying “Mimi” and the cat going “Mwow”.
[Think of a softer more polite version of a bobcat going “MWOWM” and you have the sound my cat made when she’d “meow.”]
Well, finally I hear her coming through the dryer vent outlet and I get over there with a flashlight.
She pokes her head out and goes, ‘Oh, hello.’ before ducking back into the floor joists for more exploring.
Took me forever to convince her to get out from there.