Just went downstairs to get chicken from the freezer and I found a pile of insulation on the floor that should be in the ceiling. Then, I discovered a circle of flecks on the cement that turned out to be pieces of plastic pipe, also formerly part of the ceiling. Someone is burrowing in my ceilings. Oh my god. It’s an attack! I called the exterminator but he can’t come till tomorrow even though is pretty clear to me that I’m in imminent danger. I found three more piles of insulation refuse. What if it’s a muskrat? What’s a muskrat? Or it could be a beaver. They’re nasty. Do beavers come into the house? I am at my desk wearing waders over my writing pajamas; I have a sword/yardstick clamped between my legs. Can’t be too careful.
And people think being a writer is easy.