It started innocently enough. We were replacing a floor in our bedroom and the installer noted an area of concern in a closet casing. As he was putting the door up, the screwdriver went right through the wood.
After a few weeks of procrastination, my husband finally ventured into the attic near the area in question. As he put his hand down on the joist to lift himself in, the wood crumbled beneath his hand. Then he heard a faint noise: click, click, click. He shined his light into the abyss and found the beginning of our nightmare.
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