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possumremovalaus · 2 months ago

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Protect Your Home: The Best Time for Possum Removal in Adelaide

Possums are a common presence in Adelaide, often making their way into homes and causing disturbances. While they are an important part of Australia’s ecosystem, their presence in residential areas can lead to property damage, health risks, and sleepless nights. Knowing the best time for possum removal in Adelaide can save you from dealing with these issues and ensure your home stays safe and peaceful.

Why Possums Seek Shelter in Adelaide Homes

Possums are nocturnal creatures that look for warm and secure spaces to rest during the day. Roofs, attics, and sheds provide ideal shelter, especially in the cooler months. They may enter your home in search of food, warmth, or safety from predators.

Once inside, possums can cause a variety of problems:

Scratching noises at night disrupt your sleep.

Droppings and urine create unpleasant odors and hygiene concerns.

Damage to insulation, wiring, and wooden structures leads to costly repairs.

Immediate action is crucial when you notice signs of possums in your home. This is where professional possum removal in Adelaide comes into play.

The Best Time for Possum Removal

The best time for possum removal in Adelaide is as soon as you detect their presence. Delaying action can worsen the problem, leading to more extensive damage and higher costs. However, certain factors make specific times more ideal:

1. Early Signs of Infestation

Act as soon as you notice signs such as scratching noises, droppings, or damage to your garden. Early intervention ensures the possums are removed before they can establish a permanent nesting spot.

2. Before Breeding Season

Possums typically breed in spring. Removing them before this season starts can prevent the presence of baby possums, which can complicate removal efforts.

3. Cooler Months

In winter, possums are more likely to seek warmth inside your home. This is an important time to monitor for signs of infestation and arrange for professional removal services.

How to Identify a Possum Problem

Recognizing the signs of possum activity early is key to successful removal. Common signs include:

Noises: Scratching, thumping, or scampering sounds in the roof or walls.

Damage: Chewed wires, torn insulation, or scratches on wooden surfaces.

Droppings: Possum droppings near entry points or around your property.

Odor: A strong, musky smell caused by their urine or droppings.

If you notice any of these, it’s time to call for possum removal in Adelaide.

The Process of Possum Removal

Professional possum removal services in Adelaide follow a structured and humane approach:

Inspection Experts inspect your property to locate the possums and identify entry points.

Safe Trapping and Relocation Using humane traps, possums are safely removed and relocated in compliance with wildlife regulations.

Prevention Measures Professionals seal entry points and provide recommendations to prevent future infestations, such as trimming tree branches near your roof or using possum-proof bins.

Why Choose Professional Possum Removal in Adelaide

While DIY methods may seem appealing, handling possums on your own can be risky and illegal. Here’s why hiring professionals is the best choice:

Expertise and Training Professionals have the skills and tools to remove possums safely and effectively.

Legal Compliance In Adelaide, possums are protected by law. Professionals ensure that all removal methods comply with local regulations.

Humane Handling Experts use safe and humane techniques to relocate possums without causing them harm.

Long-Term Solutions Beyond removal, professionals address the root cause of the problem, ensuring possums don’t return.

Preventing Possum Infestations

Prevention is just as important as removal when it comes to keeping possums out of your home. Follow these tips to reduce the risk of infestation:

Seal Entry Points Inspect your roof and walls for gaps, holes, or loose tiles, and seal them to block potential entry points.

Trim Trees Cut back branches near your roof to prevent possums from climbing onto your home.

Secure Garbage Bins Use lids on bins to prevent possums from accessing food scraps.

Install Possum-Proof Barriers Protect gardens and fruit trees with barriers to discourage possums from entering.

Keep Your Yard Tidy Remove debris, firewood, or other materials that could provide shelter for possums.

Implementing these measures can minimize the need for frequent possum removal in Adelaide.

When to Call the Experts

If you suspect possums are in your home, don’t wait. Immediate action is essential to prevent further damage and ensure a peaceful living environment. Professional possum removal in Adelaide is the safest and most effective solution to the problem.

Possums are a natural part of Adelaide’s ecosystem, but their presence in homes can lead to significant challenges. Knowing the best time for possum removal in Adelaide helps protect your property, comply with legal requirements, and maintain a harmonious relationship with local wildlife.

Don’t let possums disrupt your life. If you notice signs of infestation, reach out to a trusted possum removal service today. Acting quickly ensures your home remains safe and comfortable for years to come.

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pocket-lad · 1 year ago

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Adelaide dreamed of Ian. More specifically, Adelaide dreamed about the first time they met.

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It was the same as any other day. The Bean, Ian, was out of the house, as he often was. Adelaide was out of food, and she was long overdue for a resupply.

She didn’t like borrowing during broad daylight, but her stomach growled at her. How long had it been since she ate? Three days? Four? If she waited much longer, Adelaide might not have the strength or energy to borrow. So, making sure for the third time that she had her hook and knife, she left her small home in the walls for the hole that emptied onto the kitchen counter.

Adelaide made that hole herself when she first moved in. She needed an easy way to access the kitchen – that's literally where the food was – and she found a loose tile in the backsplash in the corner. With time and patience, she was able to free it enough to slip through, but keep it attached enough to hide the hole. One of these days it was going to fully snap, but Adelaide would cross that bridge when she got to it.

Apparently, today was that day.

Before she left the safety of the walls, she sat beside the entrance, listening for any signs of life. She was positive she heard the Bean leave earlier, but she could never be too careful. After a minute of silence, Adelaide slowly pushed her way through the tile.

SNAP!

Adelaide jumped what felt like ten feet in the air. The tile fell from its place in the wall, revealing the gaping hole from which she emerged. She froze for a second, listening for any reaction from within the house, but still she heard nothing.

Great.

For the time being, she hoisted the tile up and leaned it against the hole, obscuring it a little. To her it was obvious, but most Beans didn’t notice things that small. She hoped that was the same for this one, but she doubted it. He was weird.

Adeliade stared out at the empty counter before her and sighed.

There were a couple problems with borrowing from this Bean. For one, he was observant. More so than a regular giant. He took notice of the small details, and he knew when anything was out of place. One time, Adelaide left tracks in the dust on his bookshelf. With the way she dragged her feet and hauled her findings that day, they hardly looked like footprints. Still, the Bean noticed. Adelaide nearly had a heart attack and had already started working on plans to move out, but luckily, he didn’t seem to think much of it.

The second issue was that the Bean was tidy. He rarely left any crumbs behind and always put things away when he was done with them. It kept pests away, which was a bonus, but it also made it incredibly difficult for Adelaide to find anything, let alone get to it.

The third, most pressing issue was that the Bean’s schedule was unpredictable. He left quite a bit, but when he left and when he came back was always changing. Sometimes he was gone all day and all night, sometimes he only stepped out of the house for thirty minutes. Adelaide constantly had to be on guard in case he returned unexpectedly.

It wasn’t like she chose this place, though.

When Adelaide was back in the motel, borrowing was a lot easier. People were messier since they didn’t have any need to clean up after themselves. The maids were overworked, and so that meant stuff was often overlooked. And with a steady stream of new people every couple of days, Beans didn’t notice when things were out of place or missing.

The motels had a major pest problem though. She had to fight off bugs and rats and other creepy crawlies nearly every day. She could not be more grateful that this was no longer a problem in her life. Roaches were gross.

Adelaide could sit there and complain all day, but that did little to actually help her problems. So, she trekked on and did what she needed to do to survive.

She eyed the massive bowl of fruit that always sat on the counter, but it was too risky to go for anything in there during the day. She’d have to check the cupboards.

Adelaide dug her hook out of her bag and tossed it in the air. It latched onto the handle, and she backed up, tugging the thread that was attached to it as hard as she could.

She remembered the time she backed herself right off the counter trying to open the cupboard. She had a hold of the thread, so she was fine, but God was that a shock. So now, Adelaide paid more attention when she did this.

The cupboard opened just wide enough for someone her size to slip through, so she flicked her hook off the handle and swung it back up toward the inside of the cupboard. It came clattering back down to the counter the first time, but on the second try, she got it to stick. Giving it a sharp tug to make sure it was secure; she began her ascent.

Adelaide wasn’t the fastest climber on the planet, but she wasn’t a slacker. Within a minute, she was at the top and surveying the food around her. Sadly, it wasn’t much.

Her first stop was at an open sleeve of crackers. It was about halfway full, meaning she had to climb inside the loud, crinkly packaging to drag one out. The cracker itself was roughly 2/3 her size, so Adelaide held it out and stomped on it to break it into more manageable pieces. She shoved the contents in her bag and continued on.

As her stomach grumbled again, she so badly wished she had access to the fridge. It was silly to think like that, though. Adelaide knew that it would never be feasible, but she couldn’t help thinking about all the fresh food inside. What she wouldn’t do for some cheese to go with her cracker right now. A girl could dream.

There wasn’t anything else accessible left in this cupboard, so she dejectedly walked back toward the opening. She could check out the cupboard on the other side of the counter – maybe it would have better options.

It was times like this that Adelaide would kill for an entrance into the walls inside the cupboard, so she didn’t have to climb up, then climb down, then climb back up, then climb back down again. She could easily carve a hole that would be nearly invisible to the Bean, but the walls on the other side just weren’t set up right. They weren’t made for a borrower to walk through. Shocker.

With a sigh, Adelaide swung her bag over her shoulder and began the trip back to the counter. She was about halfway down her thread when she heard it. The front door opened.

“Dammit!” she cursed.

Adelaide was hoping the Bean would stay out for at least a couple hours, but it had only been an hour at most. She estimated that she had about a minute before she had to be out of sight, but when she heard the rustling of plastic bags, she realized he went for groceries, so his first stop was likely the kitchen. Her estimation dropped to thirty seconds maximum.

Seeing no other option, Adelaide let go of the thread and dropped the rest of the way, landing hard on her left ankle. Her body unwillingly let out a soft cry, but she had no time to think about whether the Bean heard it. She bolted toward the walls, throbbing ankle and all.

Uh oh.

Adelaide remembered her thread hanging back from the cupboard and froze. If she didn’t grab it, the Bean would find it. He was smart. He would figure her out in no time, and even if he didn’t, his senses would be on high alert for anything else unusual and she’d have to stay in the walls for a while. Without food and without a hook.

That moment of indecision was all it took. The Bean rounded the corner, and his eyes locked on Adelaide.

ShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShit , she thought as she corrected course and headed for the nearest hiding spot – behind the fruit bowl. It was hardly a hiding spot. The Bean could easily move it out of the way, but it gave Adelaide a small sense of cover and the few spare seconds it provided let her think.

The silence that followed was deafening. It carried on for so long that Adelaide thought he might not have seen her.

“Um....hello,” he said.

Shit.

Adelaide didn’t say anything. What could she even say? Hi? No, she’d stay put until he made a move, and judging by the sound, or lack thereof, he was rooted in place. Maybe he’d grow bored, or think he imagined it. Unlikely, but what was Adelaide to do at this point but hope?

He spoke again, his booming, deep voice filling the room. “I uh, I know you’re there.”

Adelaide heard the rustle of bags, then light, slow footsteps that got louder as he approached. “You wanna come out?” he continued.

Shit.

Adelaide tried to form a plan, but all her mind seemed capable of right now was panic. She would under no circumstances let tears fall, though. If the Bean caught her, which was becoming more and more likely, she could not show any sign of weakness. What did her parents always tell her? She couldn’t remember. It all seemed so pointless at the time, so she didn't bother listening. They would never get caught. Only stupid borrowers got caught. Adelaide’s family was invincible.

What she wouldn’t give to make that statement true. What she wouldn’t give to remember their advice.

“Okay, come on,” the human said, sounding impatient and very close. Great, now she’d pissed him off, too.

The huge bowl Adelaide leaned against moved out of the way, and she fell backward. She scrambled to her feet and backed away, making eye contact with the giant and pulling out her knife defensively. She stared at his massive hands that held the bowl. She could never dream of even budging that bowl, and he lifted it out of the way with ease. With hands that could close around her whole body and obscure her from the world forever. Adelaide shivered.

The two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. The only movement in the room was Adelaide’s chest as she breathed heavily, looking like she just ran a marathon. It was hard to read the expression on his face. Shock, for sure, but he was doing pretty well at masking it. There was a glimmer in his eye too, a dangerous one.

“Aren’t you fascinating,” he said, though it was unclear if the statement was directed at her. Silence.

They stayed like that for so long that Adelaide considered running back to the wall. He’d figure out where she lived, but she’d gather her essentials as quickly as possible and haul ass to another house. Yeah, that sounded like a plan. It was the best she had at the moment.

With that, Adelaide took off toward the hole she left in the wall, grateful that the tile chose today to snap so that she wouldn’t waste any time peeling it back. A thump shook the counter, sending her into the air a smidge, but she landed on her feet and kept running. He probably set the bowl down, which meant he was freeing his hands to grab her. Adelaide willed her feet to go faster.

In a matter of seconds, a giant, black form filled her entire line of vision and Adelaide stumbled to a stop, arms pinwheeling to keep her balance. She forced herself to look up, and up, and up , and she saw the giant leaning his elbow awkwardly on the counter to take up the whole width of it, effectively blocking her path. His head rested on his hand. He smirked at her, and though he was still trying to hide it, she could see the shock at finding such a small being much more clearly.

Shit.

Again, they entered a staring battle.

“Well, one of us is gonna have to say something,” the Bean said. Adelaide belatedly registered that as a joke, but she didn’t laugh. “What the hell are you supposed to be anyway?”

When she still didn’t answer, realization spread across his face. “Ah...It’s... highly unlikely you can understand me, let alone speak. Your brain mass must be...and well, that makes - makes things more difficult.... Can you understand me?” His unoccupied hand gestured wildly, and it took everything in Adelaide’s power not to flinch or back away.

She once again didn’t say anything. Adelaide wanted to walk away from this interaction with the Bean having as little knowledge as possible about her and her species. She wanted to walk away from this interaction, period. Still, she was offended that he presumed she was unintelligent because of her size.

“So, you can understand me,” he concluded aloud.

Huh? How did he know that? Adelaide didn’t do anything, didn’t say anything. Her face scrunched up in confusion.

“Stoicism isn’t really your um... forte,” he explained.

Shit.

“And I can tell that you’re uh, not too pleased with me, from the- from the look of things.... I have to admit this position is very uncomfortable. Mind if we talk... elsewhere?”

Without waiting for an answer, the Bean straightened and reached for her.

“No!” Adelaide yelled, jumping back and brandishing her knife. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“Woah!” The Bean paused. He stood straight up now, and Adelaide had to strain her neck to look at his face. God, he was tall. Looking up at that angle made her dizzy... and nervous. “Please don’t stick me with that thing... How did you – how did you even get it? At your size, I uh, I find it hard to believe that you made it.”

Adelaide still didn’t say anything.

“I know you can talk now... I mean, it had to be made somehow, I get that. Are there more of you? That would make sense, probably acquired it from another one of your, uh... species, one who specializes in something of the- of the sort... But of course, where are my manners? The name’s Dr. Ian Malcolm. And....?” He was asking for her name.

Adelaide’s head spun. She regretted screaming when he reached for her, because now that he knew she could talk, that also meant he knew he could get information from her. Now he was never going to let her go.

She also didn’t appreciate his analysis, even if he was wrong about a couple things, and right about a couple others. Adelaide felt like a science experiment that he was reciting the results of. Not to mention he was so tall, even for a giant, and the way he stared down at her made her feel like she was a bug under a magnifying glass.

Adelaide rubbed her neck. It was getting sore from having to look up so much. But even if she turned her head away, he still took up most of her vision, he was that big. And she couldn’t look away anyway. Every second she wasn’t at attention was a dangerous one, because he could do anything to her at any moment.

Adelaide didn’t want to tell him her name. It felt too personal, and if he wasn’t going to treat her like a person, then he certainly wouldn’t be allowed that level of information.

“My evening just opened up, so I can stand here all night.” He gave her a sideways smile that made her unwillingly shiver. She had seen him give smiles like this to other Beans whenever he was trying to win them over, especially with women. Adelaide knew his tricks and she would not fall for them.

Ian sighed. He reached over for a chair at the table, seeing that they were probably going to be there for a long time.

Adelaide saw her opening. She already tried running, which failed, but he was looking at her then. Maybe if she bolted while he wasn’t looking, it would give her just enough of a head start to make it back. Once again, she underestimated the Bean. A stupid mistake, really. You shouldn’t underestimate Beans.

“Okay, yeah, that’s- that’s not going to work,” Ian said to nobody in particular when he noticed her escape attempt.

He didn’t even have to reach far to grab Adelaide. His fingers quickly wrapped around her body, obscuring everything but her head, and pulled her away from her destination.

On Adelaide’s part, she felt like she just slammed into a brick wall. One moment she was sprinting, then next she was colliding with a solid wall of flesh. Before she could even back away, his fingers coiled around her back and ushered her into his palm. His grip solidified a little too tightly and Adelaide was soaring through the air. Vertigo hit her like a truck.

With the tiny being contained, Ian tried to figure out where she was going. The counter was bare. There was nothing to hide behind or defend herself with. That was when he spotted the small tile out of place in the backsplash, hidden in the corner, but he could check that out later. Suddenly, a sharp pain spread across his palm.

Adelaide couldn’t tell up from down or right from left, but she knew one thing. She had to get out of this Bean’s hands, or she would die. Or worse, she would end up as his pet. It was hard to maneuver within his tight grip, especially with her head pounding, but she was able to twist the knife in her hand and drag it along his palm.

Ian hissed and on reflex, opened his hand. Adeliade fell through the air. This was it. She would hit the ground and die. It wasn’t a heroic death, and it wasn’t how she wanted to go, but at least she would go out on her own terms, not at the hands of a Human. If she was going down, she’d go down swinging.

Unfortunately, Ian’s other hand swooped down and caught her. She scrambled, half-crawling and half-running to get off the hand, but this time he was prepared. He closed his fist again, leaving her knife arm out. He reached in with his injured hand and grabbed the knife, trying to pull it out of her grasp.

Adelaide couldn’t let go. This knife was her one defense in a world that vastly outsized her, and it was the one thing that kept her connected to her family. If she lost it, she was as good as dead within a week. She held on as best she could for as long as she could, but in the end, Adelaide’s strength was no match for a Bean’s. With just an infinitesimal twist of his wrist, Ian yanked the knife away from Adelaide and set it out of sight.

“Give it back!” she cried.

“Oh, now we want to talk,” Ian said.

He held her up to his brown eyes, and she tried her best to wriggle out of his grip. They took in every inch of her, probably gathering information she didn’t even know about herself. Adelaide was deeply uncomfortable with the scrutiny she was under, and she didn’t like how close he held her to his face. She refused to look at those eyes that were the same size as her head, and she’d be damned if she ever stopped fighting. If only she were a little closer, she could kick him in the eye, do some real damage.

Ian reached toward her again, and Adelaide tried to pull back, despite the way she was held tightly. His thumb and index finger lightly pinched around the arm that stuck out of his fist. Every ounce of Adelaide’s being screamed at her to yank her arm free, but she forced herself to freeze. His finger took up the whole length of her arm. One wrong move, one twitch of his hand, and it would snap. She couldn’t stop the tremors that snaked through her though, and she wondered if he felt them.

Ian ��hmm’d’ to himself as he inspected her arm.

At that, Adelaide lost it. He was so dismissive of her, and it boiled her blood. Maybe her knife wasn’t her only weapon.

Adelaide bit down on Ian's finger. Hard.

“Jesus Christ!” he said, but he didn’t open his fist. In fact, he reflexively squeezed just a little tighter, forcing Adelaide to let go. All the air was forced out of her lungs, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to replace it.

Before she knew it, Adelaide was flying through the air again, and just when she thought the pain was too much, the hand released her, and she fell in a heap on a new surface. From the look and texture of it, she was on the table.

Adelaide wanted to stand up so badly and face her captor, but she had to catch her breath first. Her ribs would definitely be bruised tomorrow. Plus, with the adrenaline wearing off, her ankle started to throb again. She gasped for air for too long, giving the Bean time to maintain his control of the situation.

“You did quite a number there!” he said. Adelaide looked up, still panting, to see Ian examining the wounds she left behind on his giant, stupid hands. One hand sported a long, thin cut that bled only slightly, the other a couple tiny holes that bled harder.

She couldn’t believe that just seconds ago, those hands held her life in them, and they almost extinguished it. They probably still would, given the injuries she gave them. Adelaide stepped back, gauging his reaction. If Ian wasn’t pissed off before, he certainly was now. She realized belatedly how, if she failed at escaping, her acts of self-preservation may be seen as acts of defiance. Beans didn’t like that.

Shit.

“Now that you can’t uh, scurry off, why don’t you tell me what you’re doing in my um... in my kitchen,” he said, resting his elbows on the table and clasping his hands under his chin.

“None of your business,” Adelaide spat. She wanted to check out her surroundings, but she knew not to take her eyes off Ian.

“I very much do think it is my business, considering it’s my kitchen.”

“What if I said I was here first?” Adelaide challenged. She was bluffing, but how would he know? He had no way to prove it.

“I uh, highly doubt that.” Ian crossed his arms and rested them on the table. At the motion, Adelaide jumped to her feet and scrambled backward, limping on her injured ankle. “Woah!” he said. “Relax... you’re a feisty one." There was amusement in his voice, which made Adelaide even angrier. This was amusing to him? She felt like prey being toyed with by a predator before it made her its dinner.

“What do you want?” Adelaide demanded. She hated the way her voice quivered.

“A name would be nice,” Ian said casually.

“No.” She continued to back away.

Ian didn’t bother to reach for her, since there was nowhere for her to go. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured her, “if that’s what you’re worried - worried about.”

“You already did.” Adelaide was trying to keep her sentences as short as possible to divulge as little information as possible, but she couldn’t help letting that one out.

The Bean looked at her as if she was messing with him. “When?” he asked.

“Just now. You probably bruised my ribs, asshole!” When Adelaide was backed into a corner, she lashed out, and this was no exception. The problem with Human Beans was that they understood words and felt emotions, so when Adelaide insulted them, they knew it. Rats didn’t tend to notice those kinds of things.

Shit.

Adelaide froze in place, realizing her mistake. He may as well just smash her to bits now. She braced for impact, but it never came.

“Oh,” he said. Adelaide could have sworn she saw guilt pass briefly over Ian's face, but there was no way a Bean felt sorry about something like that. She must have imagined it. “Oh, I should have known how- how fragile your bones... and how delicate your skin must be. I apologize.”

“I’m not fragile!” Adelaide insisted, miffed at this whole conversation, but even then, the pain in her ankle grew worse and worse so she could hardly stand on it.

“Clearly,” he said sarcastically, gesturing at her disheveled, broken body.

“What. Do. You. Want?” Adelaide repeated.

“I told you. Your name.”

“ Well , you’re not getting it.”

“ Well , what were you doing in my kitchen?”

“Grabbing food.”

“Stealing food?”

“Borrowing food.”

“Right...... How long have you uh, been... here?”

“I don’t know.”

“How do you not know?”

“I don’t know! It’s not really in my interest to keep track of days!” Adelaide was getting impatient. She hated this back and forth, hated delaying the inevitable. If he was going to do something, he should do it already. “Can you please just kill me already?!” Adelaide simply could not force herself to look him in the eyes when she asked the question.

“Uhhhhhhh...no,” Ian said.

Adelaide looked up at him in shock. “No?... Then- then what are you going to do? Experiment on me or- or lock me up? I don’t...I can’t...” She felt tears start to form, but she forced them back. “What do you want?!” she asked for the millionth time. She was shaking now.

“I didn’t really um, plan on doing- on doing any of that. I really just want your name,” he said, still calm.

“MARCY. MY NAME IS MARCY. CAN YOU PLEASE LET ME GO NOW?” she yelled. She wasn’t going to give him the one thing she had left. So, Adelaide used the name of her neighbor back in the motel. It’s not like he’d know the difference.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Marcy. And um, no, I don’t quite want to let you go just – just yet.”

“Wh- What-” Adelaide started, but Ian cut her off.

“It takes a lot to surprise me Marcy, but you...” he pointed at her on the word ‘you’, making her flinch back, “.... you have managed to accomplish that. If I let you go, I know for a fact that I will never uh, never see you again. I’m sorry I hurt you, but it won’t happen again and um... well, there it is.”

Ian seemed even taller now. Did he grow a couple feet when she wasn’t looking? Adelaide started to feel dizzy. He didn’t want to let her go. He was never going to let her go. It was just like last time, when she...when her parents...Her heart rate skyrocketed, and her breathing started to match. Her life was over. She wasn’t sure what did it first – the hunger, the exhaustion, the pain, or the panic. Adelaide fainted.

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