How about a seasonally appropriate posting??!
About a month ago, while watching a movie on a late Saturday night, the husband & I heard some serious rustling in the space between the ceiling of our bottom story and the floor of our 2nd story. It.was.spooky. And so distracting that we just had to know what was causing all the commotion so we stopped our movie and went to investigate. In the area that ran from our dining room to our kitchen there was some kind of critter making the rounds...no, wait, make that TWO critters. Holy moly it was spooky. And I guessed it was a mouse...and promptly imagined all kinds of terrible scenarios (99% of them involved the critters somehow finding a way into our living space - eeek!).
A call the next day to our leasing office meant that reinforcements (of the human persuasion) would soon be on the way. Hooray!! I was home when they got there and I explained the problem. I did an outdoor "walk about" with them to try to determine the point-of-entry the creepy critters were using. It didn't take long to see the gaping hole - our dryer vent...about 10 feet off the ground. Were we sure this was the point of entry? Absolutely. The excessive amount of dryer lint scattered directly below the vent was enough to convince me that
something had been moving in/out of the dryer tube. The maintenance men installed a basket-like cover over the hole (wide enough to let discarded lint freely pass through, but narrow enough to prevent animals from gaining access) and I secretly wondered, "
How in the world....did mice manage to get in through a hole that was at least 10 feet above the ground?"
About 5 days later, I was up late watching a the end of a show (the husband had already gone upstairs for bed)...when I heard something slide down the metal tube attached to our dryer. Then the
scratch, scratch, scratch of tiny little claws as it/they tried to climb back up the tube.
Commence the wailing and screeching.
The husband came down to investigate and then persuaded me to turn on the dryer. So that dryer ran for about an hour.
Next day - quiet.
Next day - quiet
Next week - a slightly stinky odor in our laundry room.
Since the laundry also happens to be the room where we have our big kitchen trash can, we convinced ourselves that it was the trash and not something dead. But, secretly, in my heart, I knew better....
Finally, yesterday, I begged the husband to disconnect the dryer tube.
And then we discovered we were BOTH wrong. There really was something dead, but it wasn't a mouse!!
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| Two BATS - fused together from the dryer heat - intricately extracted! Ewww! |