We've been invaded.
And I honestly feel like some stranger has entered my home without permission. Violated, if you will.
Now, I'm not a screamer-- I don't know how to girly scream, but you might hear a strange man-yell come out of my mouth if I see any fur again.
I ain't takin chances. I made a call, and I said come over. ASAP. I don't care how much it costs.
Jeff said "Aw, it's not that big a deal. They're kinda cute."
Oh. NO. you di-n't.
The first night, I dreamt all night long of the little beasts. I feel kinda traumitized.
How did they get in? It didn't make me feel any better when the orkin dudes said they can fit through the size of a dime. For the record, we've got traps everywhere, and we haven't caught a thing. I don't know what this means.