For the last few weeks, we have heard big thumping sounds in the ceiling. It sounded like dogs were running through the rafters. We called the animal guy to come out since there's no access to the space between the ceiling and the roof. He found that the air conditioning repair guys had left a vent cover off a couple months ago and apparently, we've got a family of bats living in the attic.
These are some BIG bats.
Their answer to this problem is to drop a poison bomb on the other side of the house, where we have to evacuate for 5 hours, minimum. He'll be back Sunday to do this side of the house. We'll have to take my snake and our roommate's dog with us for the day and come back that night hoping that Panamanian time estimates don't result in our untimely deaths.
I asked him about what happens when these critters die up there. He says that they'll dry up as a result of something in the poison gas and he swears they won't stink. I'm not so sure, but I told him if they did smell, even a little...his skinny ass was squeezing in there to clean up the carcasses.
Aah...the joys of living in Central America.