Yesterday we discovered we have a rat (or maybe more than one) in our kitchen cupboards. EEEWWW! I am thoroughly grossed out! We had an exterminator in today and have several traps set. I took all the dishes out of the cupboards and will wash them all and return them when this is over. I can hardly stand to think of it!
It made me remember a story from when Zach was probably around 13 or 14or so, I would guess. He was what they used to call "a latchkey kid" for several years. After school he'd stay home on his own for a couple hours until Randy and I got home from work. Often, he would go next door to play with Conor, a boy around his age.
One day I arrived home from work and found a mess in the hallway. There was a ladder under the attic access door in the ceiling, a garage work light sitting on the top of it, plugged in with a big extension cord draped across the floor, and access door open. Zach wasn't home so I went next door to find him. When I asked what was going on he said, rather loudly in his excited voice, that he had found a dead rat up in the attic and gotten rid of it. I backed off and said, "OK, okay," and left. When he got home I said, "You know, Zach, when people hear that there is a rat in your house, they think you must have a gross, dirty house, so maybe we shouldn't talk about it with the neighbors." Zach said, "Oh Mom, don't be ashamed! The Andersons [the neighbors] found a rat's nest in their cupboard when they remodeled the kitchen."
It still makes me chuckle to think of him saying, "Oh Mom, don't be ashamed!" What a cutie.
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