Something is dead in the walls. I thought it was IN the closet, but didn't want to look last night before bed. Instead, I woke occasionally, smelled the faint rot of meat, and lay staring into the dark, wondering what I'd see in the morning--decomposing raccoon, covered in wriggling maggots, topped my imagination run amok. I dreamed fitfully of outfitting my nephews in goggles and armor made of cardboard to hunt this dead thing at my side. This morning: nothing.