All Doug heard into the wee hours of the morning: “What’s that rustling in the ceiling? It’s a mouse. Do we have to hire an exterminator? Listen. No, I think it’s a chipmunk. I am not killing a chipmunk. Or maybe it’s a squirrel? Where the hell do we have a squirrel-sized hole in the house?”
When morning arrived, the real culprit revealed itself: a surviving helium birthday balloon, dancing to the air conditioner.