What a day of surprises.
For the past week, me was terrified of my apartment. Me know that Baltimore is a mean city, but the noise from me ceiling had been scaring me more and more. Me have been losing sleep from incessant cheeps from my attic.
Me had no idea what to do. Me certain terrible bird was above me, ready to devour my small body. Me tried calling Animal Control, but they did not take me seriously. After so many calls, me finally gave up.
Three days later, me couldn’t even eat… the sounds were louder and seemed closer. Me stopped bathing, me stopped flossing. Finally, it had gone too far. Me reasoned, that it was either me or it. At any rate, how bad could the silence of death be after such troubling life, me rationalized.
So me grabbed the attic door, and swung it open.
It creaked open slowly, but the cheeping suddenly stopped. Me terrified fully, as me took small steps up my attic ladder.
When me finally made it to the top of the attic, me simply could see nothing. No light with me, I stared into the abyss of me attic and waited for another sound, anything. But me heard nothing.
“Hello!” me cried out, “me am not terrified! Me am ready for death’s repose! Take me foul thing!”
There was no response.
Suddenly, there was shifting. Me heard something rustle, louder, and louder still. It sounded so familiar, this rhythmic, almost scratch like sound. Me had heard it before.
Then me realized–as it got louder–it laughter!
“Not funny! Me serious!” me replied to the darkness laughter.
Finally laughter got so loud it made me red all the way to the tips of my antennae. Frustrated, me marched into darkness, ready for it to end.
Me tripped and scraped my knee on something. Searching the ground, me found a switch to the light. To my surprise, there was a massive fat bird in front of me! He had such a big smile and sang, “my name is Cheep Cheep! What is yours little guy?”
Me blushed harder than before and stammered, “Sad Bumblebee.”
“Nice to meet you! Really nice to meet you!” He fluttered, “I’m afraid I’ve made myself too comfortable in your home! I can’t seem to find my way out!”
After awhile, we talked, similar lives and such, and me found Cheep Cheep quite personable. We talked for hours before Cheep Cheep politely asked where he may find an exit. Me showed him me humble apartment, and me blog even. Cheep Cheep was full of praise! Never have me been so flustered for words, or had opportunity to use them on such a friendly individual.
After leaving, Cheep Cheep sent me an e-mail, telling me that me had inspired him to get a blog! Imagine that, me inspiring someone as a big as Cheep Cheep.
Me can tell it will be easier to sleep tonight. Not only is the cheeping done in the attic, but my chest feels like it has expanded micrometers. This will be the most restful sleep since Sabeeshe left to her Hollywood career to California. But that is another story me need to share…