Sigh. Last night Simon was going to sleep soundly through the night (a rare thing in these days of blooming molars). And we were going to get a good night’s sleep for this busy day today. But it was not to be. Of course. However, Simon was not the culprit. No, we were awoken at some ludicrously dark hour by some other mammalian noise. It sounded rodent-like. And it was coming from inside the wall next to our bed. It also sounded like whatever creature was making the noise was in some sort of pain. Or angry. And there went our night’s sleep. We went out to our none-too-comfortable pull-out couch and passed the night there. When I wasn’t sleeping I was thinking about rats and when I was sleeping I was dreaming about rats. Most of the night I listened to the clicking of the second hand on the clock.
This doesn’t really compete with the centipede incident of 2005, but I assure you it will live long in my memory nonetheless.
Simon, of course, did sleep well through the night (aside from a few episodes of whimpering before we went to bed) and woke up chipper and energetic at 7:30 this morning.