When the construction began, however, we realized that the lot was not empty after all.
Thousands of field mice invaded the neighborhood. Every new home meant another wave. Countless traps couldn’t stem the tide of gray creatures. Even cats ran away.
Night time terrified us. We could hear them in the walls and ceilings. Scratching, scrambling, gnawing…
They are gone now.
Except scratching sounds never ceased in my head.