thip-thip-thip-thip-thip
I almost always hear it when I'm down in the kitchen, doing my Bride of Frankenstein impersonation and staring sullenly into the sink, waiting for the coffee to brew.
thip-thip-thip-thip-thip
"What is that?" I ask Jon Bon Jovi (not my husband's real name), who is rummaging in the pantry for food.
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"I don't hear anything."
thip-thip-thip-thip-thip
"You seriously don't hear that...that thipping thound?"
"You're lisping. And you're hearing things. Are you having a stroke? Because if you are, I'll wait and get a danish at the hospital."
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Clearly, this sound is so evil that only I can hear it.
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So I start looking around, following the sound, which seems to move around and change in intensity as I move from room to room. Just when I think I've got it nailed, it seems to be coming from somewhere else. Inside? Outside?
After about 20 minutes, though, I've got it narrowed down to two possibilities.
The thip-thip-thip is for sure coming either from this:
Or this:
