At the moment we have a wisteria vine in the bedroom and a cat in the ceiling.
The vine has just come in the gap around the door, and isn’t that weird. The cat is.
At the start of spring we had rats. Last year it was mice, so we mostly ignored them, except when there was a week or three of them intruding badly into the kitchen and chewing things. Including wooden spoons.
The rats were a bit different. They move further, and breed faster, and they get into stuff and are pretty destructive. So we poisoned them, and yes I feel a little bad about that. But not hugely bad.
That meant it was quiet up there for a while.
A couple of nights ago, about one a.m., something big and leapy turns up in the bedroom ceiling. Big enough to wake us up, big enough to be a bit of a worry. And whatever it is, it starts chasing rats or mice. There’s thumps. There’s squeaking. It’s really quite strange hearing a mouse-hunt from underneath like that. After twenty minutes or so, it goes quiet, and nothing. It hasn’t been back.
So, no idea what it was, but guessing, it’s either the stray cat that may or may not have belonged to the last people who lived here, and is fairly settled around the place, somewhere, or it was the snake. The snake because it can climb, I assume, and the thumps might have been its coils wiggling, rather than a cat jumping. If it wasn’t one of those two, I have no idea what else it might have been. Foxes are supposed to be able to climb enough to get onto chicken coop roofs, but one going into a house seems a bit odd. Anyway, something found a way in somewhere, killed a rat, and left, but I have no idea how or where or what it was. Kind of glad it did, I suppose, but bad timing.
There you go, that’s kind of like a deleted scene. Sam woke at one a.m. and heard…