Well some friends of Buffy played a funny joke and they took her stuff and now she wants us to help get it back from her friends who sleep all day and have no tans.

Xander ,'Lessons'


Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Zenkitty - Feb 14, 2011 7:11:39 pm PST #15583 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

I can't find a number for Animal Control, for fuck's sake. I almost called the police, but they couldn't get into my attic, either - cops don't carry ladders around in their squad cars.

Fuck, I'm so nervous about this, I'm almost sick. The cats are freaking out, too. What if it is a person? What if it's an animal and it breaks through and falls onto the floor?

Why isn't there a "I'm Freaking Out, What Do I Do?" hotline?


Zenkitty - Feb 14, 2011 7:13:42 pm PST #15584 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

It is not an octopus. Octopuses are quieter and require water.

Possums can't climb. It could be a raccoon, or a really big squirrel. Or a crazy human.

I WANT A BOYFRIEND.


Laga - Feb 14, 2011 7:17:23 pm PST #15585 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

I would call the non-emergency line for the police.


Dana - Feb 14, 2011 7:19:07 pm PST #15586 of 30000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

It's not a person. A person would not climb through your attic. Deep breaths.


DavidS - Feb 14, 2011 7:23:52 pm PST #15587 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Possums can't climb.

They can't? I'm guessing raccoon or squirrel.

Having heard the "Squirrel Cop" episode of This American Life about a dozen times, though, I'm not sure you want to call the police.

It's just a critter, Zen. Nothing harmful, I'm sure. Just noisy.


erin_obscure - Feb 14, 2011 7:25:08 pm PST #15588 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange

prob racoon or squirrel trying to burrow in the insulation up there. vector control handles such things around here but they are only during business hours. you can try calling police but they won't do more than look in the attic and ascertain it isn't a burglar, then give you the number for vector control (or animal control, or whoever handles wild animals in your area) and leave. if you could use that reassurance, go for it.


WindSparrow - Feb 14, 2011 7:25:36 pm PST #15589 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Zenkitty, try calling the police non-emergency number. The last time I needed to contact animal control, while the number was listed in the phone book, when I called it, there was a voice message instructing to call the local police non-emergency number, and if they deem it appropriate, the police then contact animal control officers. Of course, it may not be the procedure for your area, but if not, at least one hopes that whoever answers the phone will be able to steer you in the right direction.

What a wonderful gift, all the way around, Andi.

Those parents get called so often about unpleasant things - illnesses, money situations, behavioral problems - that I think it only fair to call about good things too.


erin_obscure - Feb 14, 2011 7:26:15 pm PST #15590 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange

is the attic finished? Is there any way a person could get in aside from through the house? Most attics have chimneys and vents and things a critter can find a way through if they are cold and determined.


WindSparrow - Feb 14, 2011 7:27:44 pm PST #15591 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

bonny, I'm glad you got a satisfactory response from the owner of the grooming shop.


Zenkitty - Feb 14, 2011 7:49:11 pm PST #15592 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Whew. I called police non-emergency, and they sent the Fire Department. Three big strong men, bless them, ascertained that the noise was loose shingles banging around. They were surprised by how loud it was, too, so I'm not just a crazy woman.

Thank you all for the support! I nearly had myself convinced I was about to be attacked by ceiling-digging giant rabid raccoons.