So, yeah, our griffin?* Really fucking smart.
The trap has been checked (not by me, you couldn't pay me to deal with it, I do not fuck with mythical beasties) twice. And both times the food was eaten, the trap was triggered . . . and nothing was in the trap.
Our nice handiworker man maintains that we have an entire family of squirrels up there, but I know it's a griffin, and the trap is too small, and she's wily. You can almost hear her through the air vents, chuckling.
* If you are confused, read here.
That photo definitely conveys the appropriate creature-in-the-attic mood.
ReplyDeleteWhen I lived on Broadway in this ratty apartment in college we had a mouse who would sit in your pan as soon as it cooled down and watch you eat the food you had prepared in it. I always did the Brooklyn,so yeah, so what? Imma mouse. You think I'm scared?"