I am faintly horrified.
Jun. 9th, 2010 02:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
agilebritAnyone got a boa constrictor or python I can borrow?
So, yeah, Da Boy knocks on my bedroom door at 9am (which is an hour before I usually get up when the Hubby's off on a three-day trip, which he is now) and proceeds to tell me that "we have a rat."
Rather impatiently (because, seriously, not at my best that time of the morning), I shoo him back downstairs after informing him that he must be mistaken and that it was probably just a gopher (which we have ongoing problems with and are old hat), and what did he expect me to do about it right this minute anyway? It couldn't wait an hour?
I eventually wander downstairs to find him peering out the front window. "See?" he says triumphantly.
Why, yes. Yes, I do. You did not inform me, child, that the creature you saw was in the front yard. That was important information. I still might have dismissed it as over-active imagination (I should learn to trust my men more, because I had the same reaction to the Hubby one year when he informed me that we had a bear in the tree right over the Jeep we were sleeping in at 2am, camping--and I figured it was probably a raccoon until I saw it and realized that THERE HAD BEEN A BEAR NOT THREE FEET AWAY FROM ME WHILE I SLEPT IN A JEEP WITH AN OPEN BACK), and wondered if our mice (which are, thankfully, gone) had moved around to the front, but I wouldn't have had the immediate thought of "gopher."
This is no gopher. This is a rat, y'all. And not a little rat, or a muskrat, either. It's a rat the size of a fucking soda can. And it's apparently taken up residence under my front porch.
I just hope the damned thing didn't bring along friends and relatives, because holy shit.
The mice were tolerable. The occasional (garter) snake is freakin' awesome. I love the ducks. I don't mind the mild odor of skunk wafting over the neighborhood. The muskrats in the canal a block away are adorable. The gophers are a nuisance and I don't like them much, but I don't have a KILL IT WITH FIRE reaction.
But I draw the line at gorram rats.
And yes, I realize that, considering the mouse problem we had not that long ago, I should perhaps create a "vermin" tag.
Hey, there, you big beady-eyed bastard:
So, yeah, Da Boy knocks on my bedroom door at 9am (which is an hour before I usually get up when the Hubby's off on a three-day trip, which he is now) and proceeds to tell me that "we have a rat."
Rather impatiently (because, seriously, not at my best that time of the morning), I shoo him back downstairs after informing him that he must be mistaken and that it was probably just a gopher (which we have ongoing problems with and are old hat), and what did he expect me to do about it right this minute anyway? It couldn't wait an hour?
I eventually wander downstairs to find him peering out the front window. "See?" he says triumphantly.
Why, yes. Yes, I do. You did not inform me, child, that the creature you saw was in the front yard. That was important information. I still might have dismissed it as over-active imagination (I should learn to trust my men more, because I had the same reaction to the Hubby one year when he informed me that we had a bear in the tree right over the Jeep we were sleeping in at 2am, camping--and I figured it was probably a raccoon until I saw it and realized that THERE HAD BEEN A BEAR NOT THREE FEET AWAY FROM ME WHILE I SLEPT IN A JEEP WITH AN OPEN BACK), and wondered if our mice (which are, thankfully, gone) had moved around to the front, but I wouldn't have had the immediate thought of "gopher."
This is no gopher. This is a rat, y'all. And not a little rat, or a muskrat, either. It's a rat the size of a fucking soda can. And it's apparently taken up residence under my front porch.
I just hope the damned thing didn't bring along friends and relatives, because holy shit.
The mice were tolerable. The occasional (garter) snake is freakin' awesome. I love the ducks. I don't mind the mild odor of skunk wafting over the neighborhood. The muskrats in the canal a block away are adorable. The gophers are a nuisance and I don't like them much, but I don't have a KILL IT WITH FIRE reaction.
But I draw the line at gorram rats.
And yes, I realize that, considering the mouse problem we had not that long ago, I should perhaps create a "vermin" tag.
Hey, there, you big beady-eyed bastard:
