Up In the Attic

Up and wide awake at three AM some creature in the attic once again. Running, tapping, chewing on the wood that can't be good. I jumped from bed to listen mad as he-double hockey sticks arisen. Tapped the ceiling, knocked loud on the walls the momentary silence was merely stall. My dog growled and ran along to question the intruders attempt to belong. We listened and we waited sent mothballs thru the crawlspace fated. The chase was on up in the attic and the show itself quite dramatic. Thru the overhang he quick escaped that spot now securely sealed with wire and duct tape.