It's a new Dr. Seuss series. You don't want to miss it.
I've dealt with mice before. They are a minor inconvenience, excused because they are just so darn cute.
Not so with a rat.
He's ugly. He's scary. And he looks like he can gnaw my finger off if I look at him the wrong way.
I don't even know how to trap a rat... humanely... "tidily"... successfully.
He has the audacity to come out in broad daylight and scurry--make that lumber--over my feet in the kitchen.
He chewed a hole the size of Lake Eerie in my bag of pancake mix and went for a swim in there. Then, as an afterthought, showered off in my rice.
A rat.
Ick.
I shiver.
and I will not sleep well tonight.
I'm about the business of raising godly children. So far, God has blessed us with six of them! My husband owns his own business, and I'm fortunate enough to stay at home with the kiddos. If you're looking for deep philosophy on this blog, you're out of luck. If you'd prefer random tales of childhood tomfoolery, stick around!
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