You hear it first. A faint, persistent scratching inside the wall of your Villeray triplex, right when you’re trying to sleep. Or maybe it’s the sight of a bed bug carcass on your white sheet in your downtown condo, sending a cold dread straight to y

There’s a particular kind of quiet in Pointe-Claire. It’s the sound of the lake in the distance, the rustle of big, old trees. That’s what makes the other sounds so jarring. The frantic skittering in the attic insulation on a still