Dave: Uh-oh.
Me (from the kitchen): What? Did Chiquita get into something? (Nope, she was curled up on her blanket in the living room, getting a pre-bedtime nap.)
Dave: No, I think I heard a critter.
Me: Dammit.
I went into the office and stood in the doorway, both of us being super quiet. Sure enough, we heard the tell-tale scratching.
Dave: I'll set a trap tomorrow.
And so begins another round. Hopefully this one is really stupid and alone.
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