The sound that nearly drove me mad
I have been told by a few that I have to include this story on the blog, so I must tell the tale of the squeak.
As I have mentioned a few times, we have had numerous bats living within our home, the running total of bats relocated in a humane manner (brooms, boxes, gloves, and pillows) stands at 7. So when I hear a faint squeak, I assume its either a bat or a mouse.
At the beginning I shrugged it off, but as a few days passed, the madness began. I could hear the noise everywhere in the house. At times I would hear it when I was outside working on the chicken coup. This was not unusual on the farmstead as the bats have typically lived between the old wood siding and newer vinyl siding, they come and go via a piece of loose flashing near the chimney (something to be fixed when we finish the roof later this summer), so we usually hear them from inside and out.
So one Sunday morning, the madness grew one size too big and I could not avoid it any longer. My fiance (now wife, a story to be told later) could hear the noise as well, so I was not entirely mad, but it did not bother her the same as I. With her onlooking eyes, I begun my search. I went through every room in the downstairs, at times I thought I was getting pretty close, but I couldn't find the source. I expanded my search to the upstairs, trying to pin point the location, but was unsuccessful. I asked my fiance for help, and we walked around the downstairs again, every time we went into another room we could hear the noise, but it'd pause each time we stopped and listened for it.
After I was completely taken by the madness, I went all through the basement, outside and around the house, through the crawl space and back again to the downstairs. I could not figure it out, I paced through the kitchen trying to pinpoint where it was, walked to one side, the sound was closer, walked to the other, it was the same. While rocking back and forth in one spot, I finally discovered where it was coming from...........myself.......The shoes I had been wearing for the past few days, which were an old pair of running shoes turned work shoes, had a nail puncture in the heal where every time I took a step, air would squeak out just so faintly. I have never had a pair of shoes come off so quickly and fly into the trash as those.
As I have mentioned a few times, we have had numerous bats living within our home, the running total of bats relocated in a humane manner (brooms, boxes, gloves, and pillows) stands at 7. So when I hear a faint squeak, I assume its either a bat or a mouse.
At the beginning I shrugged it off, but as a few days passed, the madness began. I could hear the noise everywhere in the house. At times I would hear it when I was outside working on the chicken coup. This was not unusual on the farmstead as the bats have typically lived between the old wood siding and newer vinyl siding, they come and go via a piece of loose flashing near the chimney (something to be fixed when we finish the roof later this summer), so we usually hear them from inside and out.
So one Sunday morning, the madness grew one size too big and I could not avoid it any longer. My fiance (now wife, a story to be told later) could hear the noise as well, so I was not entirely mad, but it did not bother her the same as I. With her onlooking eyes, I begun my search. I went through every room in the downstairs, at times I thought I was getting pretty close, but I couldn't find the source. I expanded my search to the upstairs, trying to pin point the location, but was unsuccessful. I asked my fiance for help, and we walked around the downstairs again, every time we went into another room we could hear the noise, but it'd pause each time we stopped and listened for it.
After I was completely taken by the madness, I went all through the basement, outside and around the house, through the crawl space and back again to the downstairs. I could not figure it out, I paced through the kitchen trying to pinpoint where it was, walked to one side, the sound was closer, walked to the other, it was the same. While rocking back and forth in one spot, I finally discovered where it was coming from...........myself.......The shoes I had been wearing for the past few days, which were an old pair of running shoes turned work shoes, had a nail puncture in the heal where every time I took a step, air would squeak out just so faintly. I have never had a pair of shoes come off so quickly and fly into the trash as those.
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