Friday, October 17th, 6 AM:
I peered into the darkness of our roof where a panel of fascia had fallen away from the cupola above the third floor of our stately blue house. I spied something inside and nodded grimly, then climbed back down the aluminum extension ladder.
I saw
beltramgregor walking by when I reached the ground, and I called him over.
"Could you just climb up and take a look at this," I asked. "Just for confirmation. I think we've got an electric eel in our roof."