Saw a rat run behind the trash can while making dinner.
Scream, grab the baby, run out of the room.
Have a discussion with the boys during dinner about "Ratatouille" and why we do NOT want a rat in our kitchen.
Put the boys in bed.
Brant goes to the store to buy a trap. I reasssure Elijah again... and again... and again... "No, there is not a rat in your room. No, you do not hear a squeaking noise under your bed. Go to sleep."
Set trap.
Watch Burn Notice (GREAT distraction to a stressful day).
Turn out lights in kitchen. Notice the rat stuck in the trap. Scream.
So thankful for a good husband. So thankful the rat is now food for the neighborhood dogs.
Emily...RATS?????!!!!! I don't blame you. I DON'T DO RODENTS! I would have screamed, too. Ask Brant. He heard it on more than one occasion while growing up when field mice would sneak in the house. I still remember the first time he experienced "first blood"...mouse in his closet...eight or nine-year-old Brant sitting on the bed with his BB gun. That mouse became cat food. Oh, the memories! Have some chocolate. It really does help to calm the nerves! My love ~ Kathy
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