So, yeah.
We caught that second rat from yesterday.
At this point we’re just hoping there aren’t more.
We’ll either need more traps – or to burn the house down if there are.
The great rat debacle of 2020.
Barf.
Can I document something else now?
I love you.
-Dad
And – one day later – mom apparently discovered more rats.
Another one just walked by in the backyard while she was eating lunch.
Ugh.
More traps deployed.
I did learn that a group of rats is called a “mischief.”
For whatever gross piece of business that is worth.
I love that I get to do this crazy life with you.
I love you.
-Dad
Ok, there is no way around this.
A few weeks ago we found a rat in the back yard.
Mom saw something one day. I suggested it was probably a mouse, or maybe a baby squirrel.
There was confusion and doubt. (On my part. Mom was certain it was a rat).
There were whispers in the hallway that felt like they came from some spy movie shot in black and white.
Finally. I saw him too.
We called a bug company that sat out poison, but that seemed to not do anything.
Then mom sat out traps.
Well, today we got him.
H, you and I threw the rat and the trap away after K and mom left for dance. You were so glad to be along for the adventure.
I though K could stand a picture or two, but I didn’t want her having nightmares over it.
Ugh.
Glad that’s over. Bleh.
I love you.
-Dad
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