April 8th, 2006gross, gross, gross
Ever since I got here, my cats have been “guarding” the heating grate in my room. My dad was certain there was nothing under the house, but finally, one dry day in February he crawled under the house to look. Mind you, this was after he put on three layers of clothing, including old army gear, booties for his shoes from surgery, a hat from surgery on his head and a high powered flashlight.
And said he found nothing.
This morning my mom and I have been making jam and cobbler—and we ran out of sugar. So, cobbling together a grocery list, we sent my dad to the store.
On his way out, he commented on the trash bag my mom had stuck outside the front door this morning (thinking my dad would take it out on his way to get a haircut).
Apparently a cat/bird got into the bag and scattered his bacon-grease-laden paper towels across the porch.
My mother was fit to be tied, so I went out to clean it up and she stayed in the kitchen, cleaning the jam mess we’d made.
After picking up trash and sweeping, I grabbed the hose and decided to wash down the front porch. Realizing that going back inside would mean letting water get into the house (and did I mention mom was cranky?), I walked around through the backgate. On my way in, I paused to start the grill (dad was getting chicken).
I started the gas, flicked the starter a few times, groused and flipped open the lid.
And A GINORMOUS, GROSS mouse/rat scurried its way across the grill.
Whereupon I screamed bloody murder, slammed the lid and started yelling for my mom.
Who laughed until she cried.
Then commented that they probably are under the house and your father is in deep shit.
hehehe…
Dad’s still at the store… we can’t wait until he gets home.
They’re high in protein you know.
Well and plague. But whatevs.
Comment by Moocow — April 8, 2006 @ 3:46 pm
Oh that’s just disgusting.
Blech.
—And the grill won’t light at all, so we’re guessing the little critter ate through the wires. Then again, I did leave the gas going for about 10 minutes until he got home, so it’s entirely possible that I killed the rat and he fell down dead somewhere in it.
Comment by the insider — April 8, 2006 @ 5:07 pm
mmmmm extra protein in your tufo steak?
yea… my useless lump of a cat was hanging out around the cupboard under the sink… finally i got fed up with her antics (cute as they were) and checked it out… there was a big hole and mouse droppings everywhere… i had to throw out all the random pantry goods i had in there… so now all my food stuffs are high on shelves and i may need a stepping stool eventually to reach everything.
Comment by wendykat — April 8, 2006 @ 7:28 pm
Yeah but that’s because you’re pocket sized.
Comment by Moocow — April 8, 2006 @ 7:35 pm
My tofu steak is protein rich, thank you. 😛
Wendy is pocket-sized… that’s cute, lol.
Comment by the insider — April 8, 2006 @ 11:47 pm
Dude, if you were so desperate as to be eatin’ rats, you should’ve said something.
I’d of sent you my BBQ rat recipe.
Delicious.
Comment by Grampa — April 9, 2006 @ 1:42 am
i’m not pocket sized… moo is just tall… and so is everyone else except me…
Comment by wendykat — April 9, 2006 @ 4:47 am
G: thanks, now I’m disturbed. 😛
Wendy: Um… so wait, you’re an OK size? Like what, 4 ft 5?
Comment by the insider — April 9, 2006 @ 11:22 am
hey… you’re supposed to be on MY side! and it’s my mom that is 4 foot 9…. yea… so i’m practically a giant compared to her!
mumble grumble… 5 foot… 3… AND 3 quarters!
Comment by wendykat — April 9, 2006 @ 12:44 pm
I love that you’re one of those people that throws in the 3 quarters.
Comment by Grampa — April 9, 2006 @ 1:29 pm
Hold on, so you’re 5 foot, almost 4 inches?
::grumble grumble::
You’re taller than me—barely.
Pisser.
Comment by the insider — April 9, 2006 @ 1:58 pm
see gramps… that’s why i throw in the 3 quarters…
Comment by wendykat — April 9, 2006 @ 3:17 pm
I think she’s just perfect, but I’m glad you’re happy, Wendy.
Comment by Grampa — April 9, 2006 @ 3:18 pm
You can always tell the short people because they’re the ones who say things like “13/16th” of an inch.
Comment by Moocow — April 9, 2006 @ 6:39 pm
what in tarnation is this? I can’t read a thing on here… and that is the ONLY way I know what is going on with you… since I don’t get ANY love from you anymore! Seriously! FIX THIS!
Comment by Ghetto Gurrl — April 9, 2006 @ 7:46 pm
And see, that’s why I like him— 😉
Shut up Moo. 😛
Jen! Fix what now? And missy, you never respond to emails… ?
Comment by the insider — April 9, 2006 @ 9:20 pm
Don’t hate.
And gee, I sure do wonder why there would be bacon grease everywhere….
Comment by Moocow — April 9, 2006 @ 9:44 pm
My dad is the quintessential Texas boy—if he could eat meat for every meal of his life, he would. So that’s why.. 😛
Comment by the insider — April 9, 2006 @ 9:48 pm
So it has nothing to do with you gnawing on a side of hog every day?
Wait, weren’t we making fun of Wendy?
Comment by Moocow — April 9, 2006 @ 9:58 pm
Naw, I only gnaw on hog when forced. 😛
And no, ’cause she’s taller than me, so making fun of her would be making fun of me….
Don’t. even. think. about. it.
Comment by the insider — April 9, 2006 @ 10:17 pm