Last night I woke up at 2:30am and reached above my head half-asleep and felt something furry and moving.
I yelled and jumped into the middle of my bed and sat there trying to figure out if I dreamed it. There was silence and then frantic scrabbling coming from the corner of the room under the head of the bed.
I do not want a mouse on my pillow.
When I was still living in a rented log cabin on Old Hickory Lake in Nashville TN, I had not yet discovered that there was quite a bit of chinking repair that was needed to make the place pest-free. I had gone to bed with the television playing, set to go off after a bit. I had just heard the TV go off as I was very dozy.
Then something landed on the foot of the bed. I was alarmed! I sat up and turned on the light, thinking, "Fucking rat?" It was not a mouse, much heavier.
As I turned on the light I saw something flying across the far end of the room. There was nothing on the foot of the bed. WTF!!
Turns out, I had been infested by a family of flying squirrels. FLYING FUCKING SQUIRRELS!!! I do not think that they are particularly harmful or dangerous, but they do not belong in my living quarters. I grabbed a blanket and slept next to a well stoked fireplace that night once I was finally satisfied that they had all gone back into hiding.
Next day I discovered a large hole in the upper logs where I could place my entire hand, not far inside, a bunch of nesting material. Needless to say, I bought mortar and shored it up, while giving the landlord an earful. Next day he had a crew of professionals out there with heat sensing equipment to find all the places where there were "holes" and fix them.
All better then, but at first? Flying fucking squirrels, REALLY!?!?!?!?