Rodents' Revenge and Other Lameness

Seriously, people, I’m starting to get a complex. It seems no matter where I live, I end up with a rodent encounter of some sort. It’s not a flattering thing.

So my current rodent remains unidentified. But I know he’s there, because I’ve heard him. And so has Jeremy. So there we were, sitting on the couch and enjoying some brief moments of “this was how my day was” when we heard a scratching coming from above. And not from the outside roof… Jeremy pounded on the wall and it stopped… For about 5 minutes. Then the scratching started again. Very clearly from within the attic space (which I’ve never ventured into – as the only access is from the top of my very small closet). So Jeremy pounded more forcefully on the wall and it stopped again. But he decided he was going in after the critter. So we pulled everything off the shelf of my closet, he got on his protective gear (thank goodness it is winter, so he rides to work in a thick jacket and gloves) and he started opening up the hole to go through. Oh man… Stuff started dropping everywhere… Insulation. Other random debris. An unspent bullet (for a .22 apparently). So we draped my clothes to prevent them from getting gunk on them any further and up Jeremy went. It was a pretty tight squeeze. And he didn’t find anything (well, except what we believe is a brick chimney, but there is no fireplace…). He did, however, emerge covered in dust and insulation debris. Ick. So the next step is poison. And I’m pretty sure I’ll probably end up smelling death and decay again as a result (I put a couple of handy dandy links there so you can read about my other death and decay and/or rodent encounters). Ugh. Thankfully, it was silent for the rest of the evening… Until about 3 a.m. this morning when I was woken from a very deep sleep by my rodent “friend.” After smacking the ceiling with my fist (and later learning I’d scraped skin off my knuckle in so doing…), I was ever so grateful that I remembered where I had put my ear plugs from when I was living at the other house. They came in handy. Ironically, one of the episodes of “Wings” that I watched before bed was the one where Helen can’t sleep because of the squirrels in her attic. Arguably one of the funniest episodes ever. Classic lines include Faye (in regards to the exterminators and the squirrels) asking, “They aren’t going to kill them are they?” And Roy saying, “No Faye, they’re going to glue little felt circles to their feet so you can’t hear them.” Or Brian’s declaration that s’mores should be called s’stupids. Yep, that show cracks me up. It’s been my end-of-the-night unwind for the last several weeks. Watching it makes me think of the past when it was actually running on tv and we would watch it. My dad loved that show. So I can still hear him laughing at the funny parts :).

In other lame news… I think I may have killed my camera. It was getting to where it was taking a really long time to take a picture, but I chocked it up to low battery. So I replaced the batteries one Sunday to take pictures of the nursery kids for their bulletin board and the screen went blank and it wouldn’t snap a picture… Thought maybe I put the batteries in backward… But it does fine on playback mode. So it’s not a battery problem. It’s a picture-taking problem. Ugh… This will require more looking into, because I really haven’t focused on it too much since then. But eventually I’m going to want to take some pictures! But it’s almost 7 years old, so I guess, if it’s gone, it’s gone. It had a good life and took lots of great pictures for me to cherish the memories :).

Not that I’m wanting to take any pictures of myself this month… I don’t know why, but I have seriously experienced break-out city this month. I suspect it’s something else I can attribute to wonky hormones (didn’t you say you like that word, Elka ;)?). Hopefully they’ll even out and my face will return to not-so-broken-out :).

I spend my day at work feeling like I want to go home and bake something yummy (and take it to work so I don’t eat it all by myself). But then I get home and feel patently unmotivated in that endeavor. And in other foodie news, it seems 3M may be just over the horizon. We were supposed to have our first attempt at a return this past Monday, but something came up and it got cancelled. So we try for this coming Monday. If not, I’ll go ahead and make what I was going to make anyway, which is Navy Bean Bacon Chowder and Chive Cheese Biscuits.

So there you have it. Those are my big woes at the moment ;). So life must not be so bad ;). And it’s not. Life is good. Mostly the sameold sameold. But when the sameold is happy stuff, who needs adventure?