A few nights ago as I walked in from work Bill said, Stand right here and listen. Do you hear that?
I listened intently.
What? I said, I don't hear a thing.
It's coming from the ceiling he said, there, over the kitchen table. A high pitched kind of chirping sound. Can't you hear it?
No, I don't hear anything. Sorry.
The next night I arrived home to find Bill on the ladder checking the smoke detector and the air conditioning vents.
It's right here he said, pointing toward the chandelier over the table. I've taken apart everything I can think it could be. It's driving me crazy! If you stand right here you can hear it.
Sorry dear, I can't hear anything.
Last night as soon as I walked in the door I could finally hear it. It was louder now making the sound that a smoke detector makes when it's warning you that it needs a new battery only softer. Definitely coming from somewhere in the ceiling.
There is just nothing else it could be, I said. You have dismantled everything. Have you looked in the attic?
So we went out into the cold garage and I held the ladder as Bill climbed to the top and removed the heavy steel plate from the trap door that leads to the attic.
We went back into the kitchen to the incessant chirping.
I promise you whatever it is, it will be something really silly, I said.
At that moment our eyes locked on one of Lucy's furry toy mice hidden under the kitchen table...chirping. Evidently she had drowned it in her water bowl days before leaving it there to die. It lay there in a puddle of water with its tiny battery calling out for help. The sound was so high pitched that it bounced off the ceiling and filled the room.
Life certainly is never dull.
Encourage one another,