So I guess it's no surprise I went into the crawl space this morning and didn't find anything.
Rich went this afternoon and came out with a trash bag of old fiberglass insulation and what he described as a bloated chipmunk. Now we wait, hoping there was only one.
(The microwave died last night, too. We didn't dare leave it in the house while we went to buy another one.) Becca didn't seem bothered, either way.
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