Fight or flight?

Call me paranoid, but I think there's something living in my bathroom ceiling.

I'm not really sure I can trust myself to believe that what I think I saw/heard this morning actually happened, as I do have what can be classified as an overactive imagination, however, I don't think my brain fabricated this particular incident.

While getting ready for work today, I was blow-drying my hair in the bathroom when I heard a noise above me. This, in itself, is nothing new because I can usually hear my upstairs neighbors walking around. I worried briefly that what I was hearing was the problematic pipe that once burst and dumped its entire contents of water on my floor. What if it's acting up again? Will I come home to a pool in my apartment? When I looked up, I noticed the new (read: mismatched because the water warped/damaged the old) ceiling tile was pulsating. Yes that's right, it was moving. It looked almost as though it had a heart beat...it was alive! Eek! Suddenly, the tile shifted and a 1-inch gap appeared briefly before disappearing. The tile settled back into place and all was quiet. It was as if nothing happened.

I might have brushed it aside and laughed at myself for being so easily alarmed if not for the fact that I thought I heard something rustling around up there the night before.

Far be it from me to jump to some kind of illogical conclusion here, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say those two incidents are connected. There's something up there. I just didn't stick around long enough to figure out what it is.

What in hell is it and more importantly, how did it get up there?

In order to keep myself from suffering a panic attack at the hands (or paws? or wings?) of some unknown creature, I did the only logical thing that came to mind.... I shut the bathroom door to keep the varmint in there. I only hope when I did that, I unplugged the curling iron I had been using...

On a side note, I'm having a great hair day today. But that's another story entirely.