Strange Bedfellows

“We’ve probably got rats!” the Princess yelled while all 3 of us stared at the wall with the offending scratching sounds.

“Great. Just great!” she continued.

“I told you to take care of that darn garage door sealer way back in June,” she said with disgust, while Mabel and I slowly got up from the lounge chair.

I’m no expert with rat scratching and I didn’t want to make a bad situation worse, (because I really wanted to get back to the show we were watching), but from what I was hearing, it sure as hell didn’t sound like any rat to me. 

Whatever or whoever was scratching on our living room wall sounded bigger than a rat, but I wasn’t ready to argue with the Princess.

“You’re right, hun,” I said.

“I’m not quite sure how a rat could have squeezed himself into one of those two miniscule spaces at the end of the sealer, but why don’t you call your humane exterminator out here tomorrow and I’ll give Jeff, our handyman, a ring to come out and fix it,” I continued.

Well, long story short: the exterminator dude came out, checked our home for rodents, told us that the buggers probably got in via the little spaces at the end of the garage door sealer, charged us $350 for that brilliant fact and went on his merry way.

So now we’ve dished out mucho bucks to a rat friendly exterminator, plus the cost of our handyman. 

And all because I didn’t listen to the Princess way back in June.

Yep.

When your partner’s right, they’re right. Ya just gotta apologize and go on with life, ya know?

So, last night I went out to empty our garbage and surprise, surprise. I opened our laundry door to go into our garage and lo and behold the outside garage door was WIDE open and had been left opened since 3 p.m. when the Princess came home from her bike ride!

Hm…ya think maybe an opened garage door is large enough for a rat (or any other creature for that matter) to enter?

At this point, I’m thinking we’re starting the winter season, so maybe it’s best we just leave food, water and bedding for the little guys and all just get used to living with each other.

Oh well. 

I’ve had stranger bedfellows.

Have a great day, People, and stay safe. 

May you all be blessed with a healthy, happy Thanksgiving and I’ll catch ya the next go round, looking at life from my shoes.

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I'm a retired special ed teacher, born in upstate NY, who spent most of my adult life in the SF/Bay Area and moved to the Olympic Peninsula of WA in June of 2017. At the encouragement of family and friends, who followed my silliness on my FB page, I started this blog a few years ago. I try to keep my topics as humorous as possible (because I believe "LIFE" is pretty serious these days), but will, on occasion write about more solemn subjects. I sincerely appreciate all who take the time and effort to read and make comments and am truly humbled when people actually "like" what I write. I do not participate in the "Wordpress awards" because I feel "awarded" when individuals actually read me and comment, but sincerely appreciate all of you who have considered me "award worthy" and thank you from the bottom of my heart. Hugs, Lucie

15 thoughts on “Strange Bedfellows”

      1. Surprised Mabel isn’t more interested. I had a mouse in the wall one time. It drove our terrier and the cat crazy. Somehow, the cat got the mouse out in the open. The dog and the cat both cornered the mouse. It was hilarious!

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    1. I know, hun??? We have more little critters up here. 😊Love seeing them in the outdoors, but not so keen in our garage walls. Have been assured by the exterminator dude that we are “rat free”.😉

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      1. Somehow, I think I’d rather have four-legged critters in my attic than snakes. I was never taught to be afraid of them, but the odd scraping sound they make when dragging themselves across the floor boards – or is that the ceiling boards? – disconcerting.

        The Squire and I are both pretty soft-hearted when it comes to critters. We probably spend more on birdseed, peanuts, cheap dogfood and suet blocks than we do on food for ourselves and the indoor critters. We’ve only had one cat that was a decent mouser; all the rest seem to ack as if they are just something else Momma brought in. “Did you see that?” “What was it?” “I dunno. Did Mum get it for us?” “I think it’s another pet. Don’t touch it. She’ll get mad.”

        One of our cats, Roxie by name, would catch a mouse and carry it around in her mouth. When we fed her, she’d place the mouse beside her dish, the way a woman sits her pocketbook beside her, and then look around in wonder when the wee beastie had disappeared while she was eating. Saving it for dessert? Who knows?

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      2. Your comment was entertaining….you’re too funny! Hope u and the squire had a good Thanksgiving. Ours was good; a quiet day filled with good food and loving phone calls and messages. Our current resident cat, Mabel, is old, deaf and we think has cataracts. Her interest in anything but sleeping is non-existent. She only gets up to eat! :>)

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