If you read the previous entry, you'd know I'd been dealing with some furry visitor who came unannounced and quite uninvited. Just like a nigga.

Since the last post, the creature has been downgraded from a possum to a rat. How the hell was I to know? I aint never in life seen a rat. After the Animal Control dude looks at be sideways before leaving my house at 3 am, I submit a request to this site whenever I need service for the house. They got back to me with a list of companies that could provide service. The first one I tried, ProTech Pest Control was the worst. They fucked up the scheduling so bad; I couldn't deal with them. That's when Terminix called and sold me on their service. They arrived past the 2 hour appointment window, but atleast they showed up. He went through and patched the holes, laid some traps, a little poison and told me to wait two weeks. Unh huhn. Good news: with the holes patched up, nothing can get in. Bad news: with the holes patched up, whatever's in here can't get out.

Not long after he left, I heard some scratching and shuffling in the kitchen. I go in cautiously, cause for real, iown know what's in there and I was devoid of my weapon of choice--the kids' red shovel. There it was under the stove, squirming, presumably stuck. I stood there not knowing what to do. Unable to move the stove, I left. Maybe it'll die. That so wasn't the case.

This creature lurked around my house like it owned it--going through my closet, creeping on my dresser prolly using all my Bath and Body Works products. I hated him and he began not to fear me. What a mistake on his behalf.

Last night, my furry visitor decided it was a great idea to creep up in my computer room...while I was using it. I leave, not sure of how to get rid of him. I certainly wasn't going to gag myself trying to kill him. In the meantime, the kids go in the computer room doin their kid thing. About 10 minutes later, they run back out telling me this fellow has crawled into the trash can...and won't get out. Cool. Here's my chance to get rid of this bastard.

Here we are, me and my posse, gathered around the trash can not knowing what to do. The critter, too scared to jump out the trash can, won't even look at us. Again, not knowing what to do, I call my mother. Moms know stuff, don't they? She gives me the brilliant idea of trapping it so it can't get out. Ah Ha! Put a phonebook over the opening of the trash can. I grab a book, the daughter pulls the can out and he's trapped. Slid a bag over the trash can and took him outside...and dumped him.

Respekt. Mah. Gankstuh.

12.June.2005    02:53 PM     Commments: 4

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It's great you got the rodent taken care of! I've used Service Magic in the past myself for plumbing....mostly because I was too lazy to search for a plumber local to me.

posted by Carla | 06.12.05 05:01 PM


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Back in college, my dorm room had rats. We didn't want to fool with steel traps, so we bought these glue traps from Kroger. Whenever we caught one, we wrapped it up in newspaper, stuffed it in a cup, then took it outside and set it on fire.

Hey, we were in college!

posted by karsh | 06.12.05 06:52 PM


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Karsh i like the burning idea. except i know the smeall of burning rat hair and flesh would make me vomit. twice.

posted by feepee | 06.13.05 11:45 AM


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*claps wildly*

I'm happy to hear the visitor has left the building!

posted by MsThing | 06.13.05 02:30 PM


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