It's 2:24 in the morning. I was awoken by an insatiable thirst and itchy toes. Wait, what? Itchy toes? Note to self: stop wearing flip-flops when you take Emma out to play. My toes are covered in mosquito bites. AIEEEEEE THE ITCHING MAKE IT STOP...
So I come upstairs to get something to drink and I decide to sit down at my desk and check my e-mail/scratch my toes. I hear something... *scribble scrabble*
*scrabble scrabble scrabble*
*squeak squeak scrabble scrabble*
Oh yes. There are rats in my ceiling. No, I don't mean in my attic, I mean in the ceiling.
Oh no, don't give me that face. Quit with the gaping mouth and bulging eyes. You heard exactly what I said. RATS. IN MY CEILING.
*COMMENCE FREAKING OUT*