I get that it's an old house, but....

This morning I woke up to the sound of pieces of my ceiling falling on my desk. I've been hearing something scrambling and digging around up there, probably on the roof of the part of my room that has the bay windows and sticks out from the building, but I didn't really worry. At home there are mice in the attic during the winter that make the same kinds of sounds, annoying, but harmless -- there's nothing in the attic but a fan and insulation. There's someone that lives above me here (Geoff, actually, from Gregory) but then there's also roof above the part of my room where my bed is because the third floor, where his room is, is smaller than the second. The section of roof that's above the bay windows, and consequently my bed and desk, is apparently some animal's habitat (mouse, squirrel, I don't know -- a friend at work said it was probably either raccoons or possums if they're nesting in my roof...) and this morning I woke up to the sound of it digging in the ceiling, and I could actually see pieces of ceiling and plaster dust and little twigs fall out of this tiny hole as I listened to it dig.

So I came home from work, and my landlord still hasn't sent anyone to fix this. But they said there will be someone here tomorrow, so that's good. I was afraid that I would come home from work and the hole would be like 2-feet wide and a raccoon would be living in my apartment. Luckily there's been no change, really. I'm leaving the detritus on my desk and floor as proof. And off to Ireland in two days!