Slight Rodential Problem

[anne_d]

Well, it's been confirmed. We heard scuttling noises overhead last night, The Husband went out front and looked at the roof, and saw a large rat.

That's right, folks, Mr. Samuel Whiskers is living in our attic.

The Husband is going to (finally) put new screen on all the vents and stop up the little gap in the eves next to the roof, which is apparently where the rat is getting in and out, and rig a one-way exit over the big vent at the back of the bungie section of the house. This weekend, even.

*Sigh* It could be worse. It could be sheep in the wainscoting. Armed sheep.

Wishing you all a happy and safe Independence Day, from the bloody colonials on this side of the pond.

Comments

[usedtobeljs]

ACK. I have every sympathy for you. [boots rat out of your house]
[sends hugs]

[anne_d]

The Husband is enjoying the challenge, I think. Somehow, rats are less intimidating than possums, who also wander through our property late at night. Also squirrels and the occasional coyote (which is why I am vigilant about getting the cats in before dark). It's fun living a block or so from two different city parks, one of which has a branch of Brea Creek running through it. SBD would love our neighborhood - lots of birds here too, including a flock of feral parrots.

I'm slaying the usefuls, or at least, doing the things on my list that I wanted to do - restrung my catfish pendant necklace, which had too much slack in the tigertail the first time, and put my fossil walrus ivory bead on 16" of nice fine sterling rope chain (I'm wearing it now).

[julia-here.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen a live rat (or any mice at all) since the weasal moved in. There's a lot to be said for real (rather than human) weasals.

Julia, shirking honest labor.

[anne_d]

shirking honest labor

Not shirking, planning and delegating. You're a Wise Elder, it's your duty.

The Country Fair is not what it used to be. The really good artists have all moved on to greener pastures, and what remains is mostly dead grotty or the sort of premade crap you can buy at Claire's in the mall. Sic semper transit gloria mundi and all that jazz.

It is currently 82° and rising with 48% rh, sun and a sticky blanket of clouds. Nasty, nasty weather. We hates it, we hates it forever.