Yellow Wallpaper season at Farfara's here early this year. I swear to
you - *swear* - that there is something living in our walls. It sounds
bigger than a mouse. A lot bigger. I've chased its sounds into all our
cabinets, but no trace. In fact, as soon as I walk into the kitchen,
the wall-creature goes very still.
"Where is it?" D asks from blissful SoCal.
"In the wall between the kitchen cabinets and Dr. DD's
room." We've dedicated the tiny Harry Potter crawlspace under the
stairs to our friend, who manages to be both a working actor and a physicist with remarkably high security clearance. A mastiff used to live there, so there's a locked gate across
"Have you crawled in to see whether whatever it is is living there?"
[Pause. Ominous pause.]
"Oh yeah, D. That's just what I want to do in the middle of the
night, alone here: crawl into a tiny, pitch-dark space where a terrified
possum-sized creature has made its home. Are you enjoying your West
Coast home-owning? [It's like backseat driving, but more distant and
authoritative.] 'Cause I'm gonna be the one with rabies and severe