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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.

13 Responses to i hear it. do you hear it? what is that?

  • Franny says:

    I have a tapping sound that I’ve been ignoring for 20 years. Maybe there is an air conditioning guy stuck in my drain pipe using Morse code to signal his dilemma…… Oiy, I better call someone with a military background.

  • Abby says:

    My parents have a woodpecker issue going on that is driving Bud mad. He went so far as to call some commissioner in Connecticut or something like that for permission to shoot and kill. I believe he hired an assassin once the paperwork made it legal. I haven’t heard about it for a few weeks so perhaps the murder has taken place…..

  • Penny says:

    Woodpeckers!!! I’ve had a woodpecker pecking on the side of my wooden chimney chase at 6 a.m., which then vibrates through the whole house and makes you think someone is pounding on your house! I had to go outside, (in my bathrobe and in my front yard) and yell at it and throw rocks at it, to get it to fly away! It (or one of it’s evil friends) comes back about twice a year, for another go at my chimney, or occasionally just the side of my house!

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  • maurnas says:

    Shout out to a fellow Floridian! And my brother is obsessed with owls. He has a weird collection of owl themed things. Thankfully they are strangely popular right now. Except at your place, I guess.

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