6 January 2006 | 9:43p
For months we have heard something in our walls. In our home. Something is sharing space with us. A flutter or a chase. Their sounds are haunting. I hear these noises only at night – scratching, clawing. Only I hear them. Daniel thinks I'm crazy.
Tonight we both heard them. In our walls – a scratching accompanied with a squeak. “We have mice!”, I exclaim. I finally know what has been taunting me at night.
“That's how the bat got in!”, Daniel proclaims. I'm confused. What are you talking about? We don't have mice in our walls – we have bats.
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