As a professed animal lover, I hate to hate on anything, but the gd squirrels are back. I had a brief respite after the landlord put metal grills over the HOLES in the house exterior (seems to me a grander reparation would be appropriate). I had been re-reading Harry Potter waaaay to close to bedtime and was dreaming about Dementors clawing the flesh off my arms. I woke up to hear the rhythmic scraping and clawing wasn’t coming from from the skeletal hands in my dream, but from a pretty-tailed rat attempting to burrow into my room. * shudder *

And yes Lynn, I got out the Swiffer. Didn’t help.