As I sit here, something is going on in my attic. For a couple of weeks now, I've heard something up there when I sit here at my computer. I'm pretty sure it's a bunch of baby birds. I tried to convince myself they were in the tree outside my window. Denial is my best friend.
A few seconds ago, I heard something run across the attic floor right above my head. Maybe it was a squirrel, but it sounded bigger like maybe a cat or a raccoon. I'm not letting my brain go to rat because then I'll have to move.
The birds, or whatever they are, are freaking the fuck out. Hell, I'm freaking the fuck out. I'm afraid to open the closet door that has the attic access for fear the whole Wild Kingdom scenario will come crashing down into my house.
Circle of life, my ass. I hate nature.