So I’m sitting here, sketching away, and I gradually notice this very soft sound occurring every few seconds-- kind of a high-pitched, croaking chirp, like a small frog. Well, it’s starting to warm up a bit, perhaps a peeper or cricket or something has gotten in. I’m looking around, under furniture, trying to find the little guy, but am completely unable to home in on the sound. So I walk in the other room, and I can hear it in there too. That’s when I realize the sound is coming from my own stomach. Like a clock, every seven seconds… *quirrrrp… quirrrrp… quirrrrp… *
This has been going on for several minutes now. I don’t feel hungry or anything. This doesn’t sound like any sort of ‘stomach growl’ I’ve ever heard, more like a barely audible alarm of some sort. I don’t recall eating any pagers or cell phones. I’m vaguely worried that this might be warning me of some sort of imminent detonation, but I have no idea where my red and blue wires are located.
Quirrrrp… quirrrrp… quirrrrp…