The Self saga....since last check on this odd but loving misfit of a family, time has not stood still. A change of address into an heirloom family home...Ok, not that old of an heirloom unless never experienced the 70's. Nevermind, I will continue....
We bought David's grandparents home, lock-stock, and critters included. When we were getting the house cleaned out for renovating last summer, David and I were doing a walk through. In the kitchen, I heard a noise. David, I say...did you hear that? He said, nope, I didn't hear anything. It was obvious that he wasn't going to admit to it. When he starts clearing out the cabinets, he find the noise and it's babies too. He calls Dylan too come quick and bring a giging spear. Now, im videoing this whole thing, as far away from the action and closest to the door as I could get. David is all up in the mama rats bubble, she squealed, or maybe that was me...Dylan came at her with the spear, babies hitting the floor, David running after them....it was a chaotic hot mess up in that kitchen.
Fast forward 1 year....we're in our nicely remodeled home. Within 3 days we hear the pitter patter of little feet in the attic. What the world? Sometimes it sounded like whatever was up there was having relay races. So, my manly man climbs up to take a little look see. Hmm, what do you know...rats, and a few babies. Ugghh! He can see them, but their so far back under the roof angle that he can't get too far. Oh, they see him too, but they're not scared. They know they have the advantage . Well, David is not one to get defeated. After realizing he couldn't shoot them because, well..a hole in the roof would not go well, and he couldn't spear them, he sets a trap and catches one. After a another week, he puts out rat poison, that 'eats them from the inside out so they won't smell'. Uh huh? Well, I have to say that the rat family has gone on to their cheese heaven in the sky. Yay! Game over, David wins! Except, the poison didn't have the desired effect frown emoticon
So, now, we are smelling the pungent order of rotting rat carcases, over our bedroom. Yes, folks...gross. I found myself googling 'how long does it take a decomposed rat in the attic to stop smelling'. Answer? Not soon enough! Game over, rat wins unsure emoticon
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