I Think We Have a Critter in our Attic

I think we have a critter living in our attic.

Two nights ago when I came home from work, my husband said when he was working (actually he was doing a sudoku) at the kitchen table, with no stereo, no TV and no radio playing, he thought he heard a scratching sound coming from the hall. So I went down the hall, listened, ....nothing, I heard nothing. The next morning when the house was still quiet, I was on that side of the house putting on make-up, and nothing...I hear nothing....no scratching, no critters nibbling, no general running through the attic having a grand old time. So I say to my husband last evening, "looks like the scratching noise is gone."

And I know he is thinking that I think he is loony and he emphatically says to me, "I know what I heard, I just hope it does not die up there, the smell would be atrocious!"

I think nothing of this as up to this point I think the scratching noise he is hearing might be in his ears and not in our attic.

So flash forward to this morning, same scenario, doing my hair, make-up, basically getting ready for work, same routine Monday through Friday, except for the noise coming from the attic. I would not describe it so much as a scratch, but more like a crinkle. Like some critter walking across the plastic bags of Easter grass which are stored in the attic. Copious amounts of pink and yellow Easter grass that about 8 years ago my bargain hunter husband couldn't pass up at 10 cents a bag, and stored all in the attic never to be thought of again until the crinkling critter sound. I am not adventurous. We have a pull-down attic staircase positioned in the ceiling of the hall where the sound was coming from, and for a moment I actually thought of opening it to see what was up there, but like I said, I am not adventurous.

Eventually, we will have to open the door, but I say we...it will take both hubby and me. He can be the big game hunter who climbs the ladder to have a look-see, and I will watch armed with a broom, hairspray and maybe my vacuum. If it is something that flies I can swat it with the broom, if is something kinda little I will suck it up with the vacuum and if it is anything else I will spray its eyes with hairspray. Yup sounds like a plan. Plan B would be to drop everything, head for the open slider and let hubby deal with it. In my heart, I favor Plan B.