My aunt Terrell, my sister Quinn and her two children came to stay with us for a few days. The trip was so fun and I loved having them here right up until the moment they said…
“What’s that noise we’ve been hearing for the past couple days?”
And I’m all like, “That’s the noise of seven spirited children in one house.”
And they said, “No, not that noise. That other noise.”
And then I heard it.
It was like a low siren. Or maybe more like the wind whistling. Or perhaps like the faint crying of a baby.
It was hard to know. What I did know was that the noise immediately started to make me insane. Like cranky crazy.
As we listened to it over and over again, I kept asking them, “I don’t understand who am I supposed to call to investigate a low siren, wind whistling, crying baby sound? Seriously! Who am I supposed to call for this?”
Quinn and Terrell both desperately wanted to say, “Ghostbusters” but knew I was in a fragile state.
I finally decided to call my air conditioning guy because he’s super nice and the kind of person who doesn’t charge you to swing by and investigate the supernatural. Plus, maybe it was the air conditioning.
So he came to hear the incessant noise and the moment he arrived, it abruptly stopped.
I told him to just stand by because it would definitely start again.
It did not start again.
After quite a bit of time – about the amount of time someone starts to feel like a hostage victim – I let him leave.
And that’s when the sound began again.
Luckily, he was still in the neighborhood and actually came back.
And finally heard it.
“That is definitely not a problem with your air conditioner,” the AC guy said.
“Okay, what is it then? Is it an electrical issue? A water leak? A problem in my vents?” I asked.
“Sounds like an owl. Do you hear it more at night?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
“I think you have yourself an owl problem. Probably on your roof. But don’t try to shoot it because this is the Everglades. Those owls are protected.”
“Good to know. Because I was about to scamper up my drainage pipe to the roof with my rifle.”
Except I don’t own a rifle. And I don’t even know how to scamper very well.
My AC guy/ Everglades wildlife expert/ Hardy boy left.
My guests departed.
And now I’m hoping the owl does the same.