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dampscribblerLast night while dh watched "24," I rested on our bed reading The Complete Book of Pregnancy and Childbirth, by Sheila Kitzinger, an excellent book, albeit a little queasiness-inspiring for its excellence. I can't recommend it highly enough to anyone having a baby, or interested in the pregnancy and birth processes. It's the first book I've encountered that even tries to describe what a contraction feels like without resorting to a comparison to menstrual cramping.
When I decided I had had enough, I came downstairs to say goodnight to Eric. The cat was acting a little funny in the front corner of the living room, where she usually likes to hang out on the back of a chair and look out the window. She was on the floor in front of the chair, staring like she'd seen a bug and was looking for it to reappear. I approached her quietly and started to look for a bug. We've seen a lot of silverfish in the house lately, so I figured one of those was squiggling away on the carpet someplace.
As I approaced her, I heard a sound a little like rain ticking against the window. But different. I went to the window and looked outside. It wasn't raining. I bent down to the windowsill. The ticking sound, I now realized, was accompanied by a very subtle rustling sound. My first thought -- termites. I listened. Maybe it's a very quiet mouse? Which is worse, termites or mice? Termites, I decided. I called Eric into the room. He heard it, too. He knocked on the wall. No change. Not a mouse, we decided.
Now I have to call some bug companies.
Oh, the joys of homeownership.
When I decided I had had enough, I came downstairs to say goodnight to Eric. The cat was acting a little funny in the front corner of the living room, where she usually likes to hang out on the back of a chair and look out the window. She was on the floor in front of the chair, staring like she'd seen a bug and was looking for it to reappear. I approached her quietly and started to look for a bug. We've seen a lot of silverfish in the house lately, so I figured one of those was squiggling away on the carpet someplace.
As I approaced her, I heard a sound a little like rain ticking against the window. But different. I went to the window and looked outside. It wasn't raining. I bent down to the windowsill. The ticking sound, I now realized, was accompanied by a very subtle rustling sound. My first thought -- termites. I listened. Maybe it's a very quiet mouse? Which is worse, termites or mice? Termites, I decided. I called Eric into the room. He heard it, too. He knocked on the wall. No change. Not a mouse, we decided.
Now I have to call some bug companies.
Oh, the joys of homeownership.
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Date: 2004-05-12 03:04 pm (UTC)I've left the book upstairs, so I can't quote from it exactly, but I remember one of the things she said about a contraction was that it was like fire. Or possibly heat. I'll have to bring it down and quote from it sometime soon.