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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

I nearly had myself convinced I was about to be attacked by ceiling-digging giant rabid raccoons.

A SyFy original movie waiting to be made.

glad you called Zen -- and the good thing is , that really they would rather you called. I had a downed wire by a tree -- in my yard -- I called the city number which one again led to the fire dept being called. Turned out that it was just a phone lin, but the fire department praised me for calling

Three big strong men, bless them,

were they hot?

Almost all fireguys are hot in my eyes.

I'm glad you called too Zen. Peace of mind is worth a little bit of trouble. As I was reading your posts, Istarted to feel a little panicky.

That's what the non-emergency number is for.

Quite frankly, there was a story arc on CSI last season (featuring Ann Margaret of all random former starlets) that totally freaked me out and made me very, very glad to not have an attic.

that I think it only fair to call about good things too.

Andi, this was exactly what I was thinking. There is precious little enough good stuff going around to miss an opportunity like that.

The wind is curazy outside my windows...banging the screens and such.

And it's so late, I really should be asleep. Why am I not?

I blame word bubbles and being keyed up all day.

It's off to the soothing heating pad and at least some daydreaming, if not actual dreaming for me. Night all.