Niki has been gone for two days now on a business trip and I am left alone in our house. With my thoughts. And with, perhaps, our upstairs neighbor still lurking about.
But it has been four days of silence. Odd silence. There has also been no funk -- and we are past the three-day window now that Trevor so matter-0f-factly laid out for us. Could the three-day window be a summer window? Could the winter window be five days? Six days? Could our unwelcome neighbor be ready for removal right now? Or could it be playing with us, tip-toeing about only to crunch again?
Our next date with Trevor is set, but what happens if he pops the attic door, disappears halfway up the attic, only to discover an empty trap?
It's getting cold at night. But our heater, housed at the ready in our attic, remains off. We will not give our friend the satisfaction.
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