Rat In The Wall

Last Sunday, Greg was knocking out the cabinet in our someday library and I was in the kitchen cooking a ham and making homemade cheddar buttermilk biscuits. He starting squealing and yelling over and over, Oh my god and gross! I didn’t even want to know. I yelled from the kitchen, Everything alright? His reply, No! I found a dead rat in the ceiling.

I really can’t say anything else. The thought of it grosses me out and gives me nightmares. All I remember is him wanting to take photos and me locking myself in the kitchen till any memory whatever this thing he found in the wall was gone.

He posted the photos of the dead rat on my personal facebook page with a link so I didn’t have to see the actual photo. I wouldn’t look all week. Friends left comments who had clicked and tried to convince me it was actually cool. Greg implied it wasn’t just bones but more mummified. Blech!

So fast forward to today (Friday) and I was cleaning the house for a photo shoot. The fireplace was full of junk and tools. I picked up a piece of metal ducting and underneath the RAT! I lost it.

Greg was out of town last night. I didn’t sleep because I hate being alone in the house by myself. So I was exhausted, anxious about the photo shoot and then I find this RAT! I started crying and bawling. This is all odd because I’m not at all dramatic. How was I going to get that thing out of the fireplace? I was a mess.

My facebook status at 11:20 am: ahhh the dead rat carcus, which looks like it’s 100 years old got left in the fireplace. Problem! G is away and I have a photo shoot in 2 hours. Literally bawling, how the freak do it get it out without looking at it or touching it?

Blog friends (thanks guys!) rooted me on and gave me the strength to somehow remove the rat frpm my fireplace. I first threw a bunch of plastic bags on the thing—I think my logic was pretending it was just trash in the fireplace. I had a shoe box that opened up the side. I slide the rat into the box using a shovel and somehow got three different garbage bags around it. Why three? I don’t know. I was having issues getting a single bag around the box without fears of the rat falling out the side and onto my feet.

I would share a photo of the rat with you but I don’t think I’m ready. All I can say is: damn that thing was old. Like it was freeze dried or mummified? So freakin nasty! I’m signing off for the weekend, hope this post makes sense, I’m exhausted and needing a tasty beverage! Happy Renovating Friends!

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18 Comments

  1. Hello, I just found your blog today and have enjoyed reading several of your posts. Renovating a historic home is a dream of mine, but for now I tackle DIY projects in my little craftsman inspired ranch, and entertain my historic renovation urges by reading blogs like yours. Thankfully I can say I have not found a rat, but I did find a mummified squirrel in my attic one weekend while running internet cables.. I didn’t scream (at least I don’t think so) but I did stare at it for a while trying to figure out what it actually was…

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  2. I had a similar incident once, with a mouse. I created a mouse scooping device, by taping a dustpan to the end of the broom, so I could scoop it up while remaining sufficiently far from the body! Yech.

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  3. I can soooo relate!! In our old farm house we had a small basement. I don’t think any human had been down there for years except to open the door and throw their bottles down. When we started the renovation we knew we HAD to clean up that awful mess. We found at least three petrified, dehydrated rats. I immediately had a long conversation with our contractor and asked him to make sure every hole and crack would be completely sealed. I’m not sure how he did it but it has worked pretty good. It will all be so worth it when you finally get finished. I was just like you though. I don’t know how I would have reacted if I had to actually touch the carcus. Thank God I did not have to face that. You are very brave!!

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  4. I’m looking forward to see that picture… For quite some time I’ve had 2 mice in my house and they are everywhere and they eat anything, even soap! Now I’ve resigned and am trying to intoxicate them. The best thing is to have a cat, but I haven’t.
    Good luck!
    Stina

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  5. The comment about a rat coming up the toilet……EEEEWWW! I don’t know what I would do if that ever happened to me! I’m just glad I always keep my toilet seat down, but I would have a heart attack if I heard something splashing around in there. A friend of mine just found a huge snake in his basement…ALIVE! I think I would be too afraid to deal with that on my own. *dials 911*

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  6. Actually I dont mind rats even dead ones, However when I was small we lived near the Fanny farmer cooking school on Hereford street in Boston, I used to watch the rats in their back court yard, until my mother called the health department and they put out bait for them,, then they came into out apartment building.. about 5 at different times, no kidding as big as a small cat, and slow.
    they have pootaroos here at the Zoo up in the hills that you are encouraged to feed, so damn cute, with a longer nose and quite short tail. I think you all might go bonkers.;)
    I used to live in an industrial studio where, potatoe bugs/ aka Jerusalem beetles used to come out occasionally, Id have to put a can over them until some male came to visit me. Now there I creeped out, so yes I understand despite the beginning of this note.

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  7. in a crisis like this, i just let my crazy imagination kick in…”why look at that poor, little squirrel who never had a chance to enjoy his tail wax…” always works for me.

    good luck!

    nanne in indiana by way of alabama

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  8. My cat Fluffy brings them in all the time. If it’s a big rat–some are a good eight inches long not including the tail–I throw an old towel over it so I can’t feel it when I pick it up. Let’s just say, I go through alot of towels. I use the shoebox method for little mice–scoop ’em up and hurl them over the fence. This time of year, they sometimes pile up on the back doormat. Seriously, he’ll bring me two or three in a night. It still makes me throw up in my mouth a little, but I have to deal.

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  9. It’s all part of old home renovation isn’t it? We’ve found many things in the walls, the worst was a live wire. (Just cut and sitting inside a wall. No wire nut or anything.) I’d take a rat over that any day! :) That said, I usually leave the carcass removal to my husband.

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  10. I had a rat in my toilet a few summers ago. A live one. It swam up from the sewer. It was terrifying. I couldn’t sit on “the pot” for weeks after (I used the upstairs bathroom until I could face the one with the intruder).

    A neighbor with the same layout said he’d had dozens of rats in the loo over the years (!?!?! eeeew.) It’s a feature of bathrooms that are below grade.

    Another neighbor found a petrified squirrel and rat in her basement — they were really gross. I totally feel your pain — it’s a scream-inducing animal, alive or dead.

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  11. I’d cry too.

    I see your ad links are now for Orkin and Terminex. They must be content related. Kind of funny, huh?

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  12. EW! You gave me the shivers. Blech! Go have a drink or two and forget about the whole thing!

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  13. I feel ya. One time I had to deal with a dead mouse, and I ended up throwing down a bunch of frozen tater tots so that I could sweep it into the dustpan without knowing which lump was the mouse. And it pained me to sacrifice my beloved tots in such a manner.

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  14. AAH! I would have reacted the same way. I know this isn’t the same, but I am new to “stinkbugs” and our old home had a few when we moved in. We’ve since rid ourselves (mostly) of them, but they are awful looking and creepy. I don’t handle it very well…and a dead rat?! I would have checked into a hotel probably, haha…you are so brave! Bravo!

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