"Unicorns" in the Attic

Hazel and Rupert were enjoying morning tea and newspapers in the living room when the skittering noises began again over their heads. It was not at all reassuring to see that Rupert didn't even perk up his ears. Dogs can be incredibly lazy after breakfast and a walk, especially if the heater is on and blowing in their general direction.

Based on where the noise was coming from, whatever it was was behind the door leading to the attic storage and crawl space. It was pretty cozy up there. And leak free since last summer's construction project. Honestly, Hazel had been contemplating making it into a secret meditation retreat. But now, it seemed someone had beaten her too it and she was banging on the ceiling with a broom handle. Not that it mattered.

It was fun to imagine a lost unicorn up there, churning out rainbows and munching on jelly beans, but harsh realities meant that it was probably some sort of rodent. Hopefully a cute one...maybe he will go away on his own, sensing Hazel's dismay? She guessed that was a pipe dream, and imagined instead a little neon mouse sign inviting the family to move right on in...

No more peaceful meditation in the attic!