Its amazing how life can throw a wrench into our carefully laid plans. Life for me, seems to be interfering with my blogging. That is okay, I suppose, since blogging isn’t the most important thing in life.
I intended to blog yesterday, to catch up to my average of blogging every other day. However, I was interfered with…
By a rat.
Quite literally. I found it hard to sleep, and I am still feeling the effects of it. Yes…we had a rat get into our house. We spent until two a.m. searching for it to no avail, then spent a very restless, nightmare filled night waiting for the rat to attack us in our sleep and eat the soles of our feet. I did anyhow. The kids were blissfully unaware as the appearance of the rat was after they were all sleeping.
This morning though, we informed them of the presence of a rat somewhere in our house, and told them to keep their shoes on. It wasn’t long before the brave little rodent made a break for it, and was spotted by the eagle eye of boy 2 (second son, S). D tried to corner it, but it ended up behind the piano. With a little work, our trusty brooms (I am so glad we kept all three brooms even though we only need one and two are virtually useless), and a wastebasket, we were able to capture the evil creature, put it in a bucket and drive it far out into the country (okay…so only a couple of miles away to the woods) to set it free.
Of course I am never going to be the same…not ever. I am not sure I can sleep tonight, knowing that the little rat could have a whole family lurking somewhere. I spent the better part of the day moving the fridge, the stove, the dishwasher (its aportable one, that doesn’t actually work, but makes a lovely countertop) sweeping, mopping, disinfecting. I am sore…and I still have to go through the rest of the house and deep clean. We did the cursory shower of Lysol over everything…but what I really need is a dumpster and for my husband to have a week of vacation so we can get rid of our junk and rearrange all the furniture into a setting that is unfriendly to rodents.
So-to those of you in your uninfested homes, I hope that thinking about my plight gives you just a few bad dreams. And make sure you keep the soles of your feet…covered.
I intended to blog yesterday, to catch up to my average of blogging every other day. However, I was interfered with…
By a rat.
Quite literally. I found it hard to sleep, and I am still feeling the effects of it. Yes…we had a rat get into our house. We spent until two a.m. searching for it to no avail, then spent a very restless, nightmare filled night waiting for the rat to attack us in our sleep and eat the soles of our feet. I did anyhow. The kids were blissfully unaware as the appearance of the rat was after they were all sleeping.
This morning though, we informed them of the presence of a rat somewhere in our house, and told them to keep their shoes on. It wasn’t long before the brave little rodent made a break for it, and was spotted by the eagle eye of boy 2 (second son, S). D tried to corner it, but it ended up behind the piano. With a little work, our trusty brooms (I am so glad we kept all three brooms even though we only need one and two are virtually useless), and a wastebasket, we were able to capture the evil creature, put it in a bucket and drive it far out into the country (okay…so only a couple of miles away to the woods) to set it free.
Of course I am never going to be the same…not ever. I am not sure I can sleep tonight, knowing that the little rat could have a whole family lurking somewhere. I spent the better part of the day moving the fridge, the stove, the dishwasher (its aportable one, that doesn’t actually work, but makes a lovely countertop) sweeping, mopping, disinfecting. I am sore…and I still have to go through the rest of the house and deep clean. We did the cursory shower of Lysol over everything…but what I really need is a dumpster and for my husband to have a week of vacation so we can get rid of our junk and rearrange all the furniture into a setting that is unfriendly to rodents.
So-to those of you in your uninfested homes, I hope that thinking about my plight gives you just a few bad dreams. And make sure you keep the soles of your feet…covered.
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