There is some creature living in my fucking wall.
Conveniently, the creature lives in the wall of my office.
So that's not annoying at all.
I have taken to throwing things at this creature when it starts its plodding. And also yelling, "SHUT UP!" when it moves, which often coincides to the times I am taking business calls. Classy.
It plods and scratches and sometimes - I swear to Lionel - it whimpers.
What the FUCK are you, creature?
If I were not 36 weeks pregnant, I would be on the roof with a machete prepared to annihilate you.
Obvs, I am all sunshine and light over here.