What a lovely day! The rain has tapered off a bit and the sun has shined long enough for us to get out and enjoy it. I had to rescue some marigolds that were floating in a tray on the patio... lots of moisture for us, but not as much as some people. It sure has been good for my transplanted lettuce. They have enjoyed the moisture and cooler weather. In fact, I think some plants are almost big enough to sacrifice a few outer leaves for a little salad.
First of all, I've been hearing that flip-flop, scritch-scratch, and maybe a squeak as well, all day long. When I hear such sounds, my body immediately tenses up and I picture bats, and then my skin starts to crawl. Every once in a while, a bat would get into the house when I was a girl, and I'm still traumatized by it. *shudder*
Secondly, the thought of touching that insulation makes me itch all over.
And finally, the idea of pulling out that insulation and having some Thing come flopping, flapping, scratching, squeaking, into my living room, where there are a thousand objects all over the floor for some Thing to scurry under/on/over just gives me the heebie jeebies. *another shudder*
And the husband isn't home to bravely face it either, so it's just me and the baby right now, left to deal with it. To deal with it, I'm going to go open the little outside door, in hopes that it actually connects and whatever is in there can get itself out. Then I'm going to turn on some loud music to drown out the sounds. I will also periodically walk over to the pipe and peek at it, making sure that nothing is coming through that insulation. But mostly, I will be here, on the other side of the living room, facing that wall with a broom in my hand, just in case.