This morning I finally got through the mind-numbing phone system at UCLA Medical Plaza and got myself an appointment to see a doctor about Lulabelle the lump. Breathe huge sigh of relief here. The maiming spree is postponed for now.
Yesterday I heard distinct scratching and scurrying noises coming from the attic. Critter noises. What type of critter? By the way they were scratching and scurrying, it sounds like squirrels. There's something cute about the noises they're making. The husband and I discussed what to do. Call an exterminator? Crawl up there ourselves to make sure what's living up there? Wait, not "ourselves"...me. I would have to crawl up there, since the husband won't. Hmmm.
We decided to not call an exterminator right away. I might still crawl up there to see what critters made themselves a home up there. Hopefully they're not vicious and won't take a flying leap at my face. If they're squirrels I wouldn't be too creeped out by them. If they're rats, all sorts of freak-out will happen. I don't want to kill whatever's up there, though. Live traps or something would be much preferable to deal with the new tenants. Though I could catch 'em and use 'em for kitchen utensils: