It's the god forsaken rats that have made their home in between my ceiling and the second story floor. They take it upon themselves to scratch and waddle and nest and chew and scratch some more around... ohhhh, say 5am?
"But they're only little rats" you say. Yeah, well, teeny tiny rat paws amplified across a 12'x'12' hard wood ceiling is like having 'the horse whisperer' shouting into a 10,000 watt PA. Worse yet, the sporadic nature of their noises make it that much more distracting - ruling the "oh i'll just sleep through it" option out. Hence the early morning blogging session.Little shits.
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