It's really best to have family pets living for the purpose to DIE. Then you are never on the edge of your seat waiting to see how long this gerbil can survive the hands of a toddler, when the fish will go belly-up, or if the cat will run away again.We prefer rats, but the occasional pet wasp is another fun treat.
Yesterday the handyman stopped over due to some funky smells coming out of the bathroom. Looks to be some water damage and a valve or two needing replacement. I laugh to myself at the rare moment I take pleasure in being a renter. Then he checks the boiler room. Dead. Freaking. Huge. Rat.
That makes three in the short time we have lived here. Thareeee. Rats. We are going to start to keep hash marks in the kitchen next to the family calendar.
Can't say the wasps in the living room stir as much drama. They are typically found still alive and fidgeting, yet weak from bouncing repeatedly off of the sliding glass door in futile attempts to escape.
Now, I don't want everyone calling at once to schedule summer visits.
