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!