#100HAPPYDAYS - Day 40 - Creepy
I think my animals are messing with me. My husband has been out of the country these past two weeks leaving me here to hold down the fort. And history has shown that bad things always happen when he's gone. I thought this trip's "bad thing" was going to be sick dogs, but while they had to miss a few days of daycare, they avoided catching what was going around. Whew. Bullet dodged. Yeah, it's never that easy. It started one evening last week when Floyd's attention was riveted to the baseboard under the TV cupboard. He not only stared, but paced back and forth as if moving along with something. Then Henry joined him, staring and pacing. We had some mice in the house last fall and were able to eliminate them without too much trouble. Or so I thought. My daughter heard rustlings and gnawing sounds in the closet ceiling off the upstairs bathroom a couple of months ago, but no more mice showed up and I figured it was a fluke; either that or another bat infestation.