Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Day Forty-Three.. A Prize We Didn't Expect
I had a rough idea what I was going to blog about today. Things changes the minute we got home from school. My boys came running into the backyard, "There's a dead squirrel in our kitchen". I can tell you that I said "No problem". I would have to call myself a liar. I did what any mature person would do, "Get the phone and call your dad", I screamed. We were all screaming at the same time. I have no idea what anyone was saying. I called my hubby, and started yelling into the phone. He asked me to calm down and speak softly. I commanded, "Come home now there is a dead animal in the house". Can someone say that calmly? Unfortunately he was not close to home. (remember when I told you he is not around in disaster's?!?). I know that this is not a huge disaster. I just am a scaredy cat when it come to this stuff. Give me chemo, give me childbirth..no problem!!! Dead animals = not brave. I know if I pick up the squirrel I will throw up.
I should let you in that our dog Kona is the culprit of the dead animal in the house. He is a Labradoodle. He likes to chase animals in our backyard. Every once in a while he likes to bring in his prize possessions and deposit them somewhere in our house. It is usually front and center for all to see. I know he is proud. We are grossed out. Back to the clean-up. Sorry I just wanted you to now how it got in our house. My hubby is saying to me, "Get one of the boys to do it" "They won't... Come home". He spoke to the oldest boy (older by a minute). "No way dad, I am a vegetarian". The other two wouldn't get on the phone. My youngest son called his soccer coach (and our good family friend), to come to the resue. He is on his way ( as I am writing this) for the clean up and disposal . He arrived , looked at the squirrel, and my third son got the pooper scooper got the nerve to scoop up the tiny squirrel. The squirrel has left the building! I disinfected the area and all is back to normal. The homework is being done, the boys are snacking and the twins are bickering. Hallelujah.
Why listen to Wolffie? Because I get it. About 1 year ago, I was at a play with my girlfriend. My cell phone was on vibrate so I didn't hear the phone ring. I must have had 10 missed calls from home. I was a bit worried, but our daughter was babysitting the boys. I had complete faith in her abilities to watch them. I called home and they explained there was a rat running around our house. "Is dad home yet?" "No, they all yelled into the phone". (See another time he was not home!) I got home to find my kids all in my daughters room siting on her bed. "It's in your room they squealed". Brave mom went into her room, had a stare down with the rat, screamed, ran back to her daughter's room and jumped into bed with her kids!!! Hubby got home, tried to get the rat, could not and went to the drug store at midnight to get traps. The rat was smart. He (or she) ate the peanut butter without setting the trap off! That night I slept with my daughter in her room, closed the door and I swore I heard the rat in her room. My daughter thought I was nuts. At 6:00 am I could hear the pitter patter of the rat. I screamed, and the rat jumped on her desk. My daughter screamed. The rat jumped on her bed. We both screamed. The rat pitter pattered out of her room. Needless to say the next week was really long and filled with tension and no sleep. I had every light on in the house because rats are nocturnal. Still there was pitter patter. Our fabulous exterminator, Bill, closed up the hole and found where the "family" of rats were living. Yes you read correctly, FAMILY! They were comfortably living in our attic. They were not invited guests. I don't live in their ivy! The rats were escorted out of the attic.
Moral of the story. I hear you knocking, buy you can't come in. (Okay that's a line from a song!!!)
Can you relate?
More will be revealed. Please come back for more.
Signing off until we meet again.
In Love and Peace,