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Guys, I feel like I'm in that "Rats in the Walls" short story by the guy who wrote all the Cthulu books.  I come home from class last night (late; she kept us an extra twenty minutes more than usual) and one of my cats, Gracie, thinks she's found something along the wall of my room.  We check, but there's nothing there.  As I'm going to sleep a few hours later, I think I hear some scratching sounds; maybe it's Grace playing in the hall, right?  Nope.  This morning, the scratching sounds were back.  They were there, on and off, all day, in this one spot.  We got a guy to come out before dinner and he had to knock a hole in the back of my closet, because it turns out I had a teeny tiny mouse in the space between the sheetrock that makes up my closet and that making up the hall.  It was seriously cute.  However, an hour or so after he left, I heard the same scratching sounds, and so did Gracie.  So now we're pretty sure there's at least one more tiny mouse in my walls.  We spent almost an hour trying to locate it visually or through touch, and can't.  So I'm stuck with a hole in my wall and more mice in there until tomorrow at least.  Ugh.  Hopefully he'll get all of them this time.