Moore Creations: It's a bird, it's a plane, maybe it's Superman?

Or giant, raging squirrels! The last few months in our first home, as a married couple, have been, well, entertaining is a pleasant way to describe it.

Imagine waking up in the wee hours to tiny sounds of whining and moaning above your head. Insert our first phone call to the landlord, with no response. The tiny pitter patter and sex-like noises coming from above were only slightly annoying at first, but after a few weeks this changed.

The noises during the wee hours turned into restless sleep from 2:00 a.m. to about the time my alarm rang at 7:00 a.m. (not that it was needed at this point). Insert our second phone call to the landlord, with no response. The tiny pitter patter turned into loud suicide sprints through the attic. Insert our third phone call to the landlord, with no response. The light, almost gentle sex-like noises turn into blood curdling barking, oh yes, that's right these unknown creatures barked! Insert our fourth phone call to the landlord, with no response.

2 months later..... (Unknown creatures confirmed as squirrels)

I am now aged well beyond my years (due to my lack of sleep, which turns out is essential to function as a pleasant human being) and I now know more things about squirrels, like how squirrel babies are born (and I'm pretty sure killed), than I ever wanted to know.

Before I continue, I must say, in my defense, that everyone has a breaking point, it's human nature. Mine happened a few weeks ago. I think I had been awake since 2:00 a.m. in the morning, laying there wondering what exactly was causing the barking, pain or...?, when by 5:30 a.m. (3 months and 2 hours later) I couldn't take it anymore so I threw off my covers, grabbed our handy, dandy broom (useful for many things) and proceeded to bang on the ceiling. Finally some peace and quiet.....2 minutes later......

The barking begins again and I officially have lost my mind as I jump out of bed in rage and slam the broom into the ceiling again.