Ever since I shared with you my story of being tormented by a woodpecker, fellow sufferers have been coming out of the, well, you know.
I've received dozens of phone calls and e-mails from readers eager to let me in on their tricks, or simply to commiserate.
But the most disquieting tale came from 83-year-old Carole Rydberg of Plymouth.
She left an ominous message on my voice mail suggesting that truly, I ain't seen nothing yet: "Be thankful your woodpecker was a smaller woodpecker." Click.
When I called Rydberg, she explained that her visitor in 2016 was not a mere downy, but a pileated woodpecker, which Audubon fawningly describes as a "big, dashing bird with a flaming crest, the largest woodpecker in North America."
It was not long after the death of her husband, Roger, when Rydberg had come home from church and heard something tapping at the back of her house. She walked into her bedroom and saw a shaft of light pouring in through her wall.
"I went over, I knelt down, I looked in this hole. But what did I see?" Rydberg said. "This gorgeous woodpecker head with a long beak and a red crown, and he's staring at me like, 'Lady, what are you doing in my nest?'"
The very picture of optimism, she patched the hole with cardboard, and then plywood, but nothing would keep this big brash bird from drilling into her bedroom.