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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