I'M FROM THE COUNTRY
Although, I live in the "country", as my Dad put's it. I'm really not fond of the wild critters that sometimes show up out here. So far, in three years we've had snakes, mice, and now rats. Today was, "Figure out what I'm going to do with this half dead rat in my flower bed day." This morning, my dogs were going crazy. I thought that there was a cat or something on the porch. But nooooo, I soon found out that it was a half head rat. Not a field mouse, but a rat. My 11 year old son thought that it was a mole. He even poked it with a stick. It only moved slightly. It's eyes would barely open, and you could see it's breathing was very shallow. Ga...rosss!
I called all of the retired men folk on my block that are home during the day. Guess what, none of them were home. My 40 plus hours a week husband, the Mail Man was at work. Greeeat... Isn't he always when you have a female emergency? In our town's small telephone book , there was no number for Animal Control. What crap am I going to do now? I call my Dad, he's an older guy. "Oh it won't hurt anything, and... you live in the country now, you're going to have to get use to that." What...ever! Ah... no I'm not. Here's the long story short. He comes over inspects the situation. No, it's not a mole, it's a rat. That's good to know. Either way, just get rid of it. So, he put's it out of his missery by bashing it with a shovel.
No, I did not watch that! That would have been disgusting. Put's it in a plastic bag, and then in the trash cart. So now, I have a vermin free flower garden again, and I can get on with my day. Wonderful! My husband in his infinite wisdom says, "why does it seem like things like that only happen when I'm at work?" Gee I don't know, I'll have all of the misplaced critters wait until you get home from now on. I'm kidding by the way. I never said that, but I thought it ! Again, " I'm from the country, and I like it that way." (tm) Yee haw, ya'll! Talk to you soon.
Although, I live in the "country", as my Dad put's it. I'm really not fond of the wild critters that sometimes show up out here. So far, in three years we've had snakes, mice, and now rats. Today was, "Figure out what I'm going to do with this half dead rat in my flower bed day." This morning, my dogs were going crazy. I thought that there was a cat or something on the porch. But nooooo, I soon found out that it was a half head rat. Not a field mouse, but a rat. My 11 year old son thought that it was a mole. He even poked it with a stick. It only moved slightly. It's eyes would barely open, and you could see it's breathing was very shallow. Ga...rosss!
I called all of the retired men folk on my block that are home during the day. Guess what, none of them were home. My 40 plus hours a week husband, the Mail Man was at work. Greeeat... Isn't he always when you have a female emergency? In our town's small telephone book , there was no number for Animal Control. What crap am I going to do now? I call my Dad, he's an older guy. "Oh it won't hurt anything, and... you live in the country now, you're going to have to get use to that." What...ever! Ah... no I'm not. Here's the long story short. He comes over inspects the situation. No, it's not a mole, it's a rat. That's good to know. Either way, just get rid of it. So, he put's it out of his missery by bashing it with a shovel.
No, I did not watch that! That would have been disgusting. Put's it in a plastic bag, and then in the trash cart. So now, I have a vermin free flower garden again, and I can get on with my day. Wonderful! My husband in his infinite wisdom says, "why does it seem like things like that only happen when I'm at work?" Gee I don't know, I'll have all of the misplaced critters wait until you get home from now on. I'm kidding by the way. I never said that, but I thought it ! Again, " I'm from the country, and I like it that way." (tm) Yee haw, ya'll! Talk to you soon.
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