Friday the 13th!

It might be Friday the 13th if your husband has to tear apart the entire car (literally - the seats, the console, the dash board, the crash pad, and a plethera of screws, wires, and bolts are decorating the garage floor) to find a dead rat that's been stuck in there for a week and is REEKING like a rotted grave and then has to pry it out with your favorite salad tongs.

(wish I had pictures to share, but Joel took the camera to work to prove to his boss that he really did need the morning off to get a dead rat out of his car)  

A Rat Tale

Are you ready for the grossest story of the year?  I know it's only March, but still, get ready for the heeby-jeebies!  So yesterday I drove Joel's car to several different church meetings.  It was Sunday, right, so I was in a dress and high-heal sandals, complete with bare legs and feet.  As I was driving through out the day, I kept feeling something touching my leg.  Something soft and sort of prickly.  At first I thought my leg was just falling asleep, but then I felt it on my other leg.  "Gross", I thought, "there is a HUGE moth or something down there fluttering around my legs!".  So when I got to the church for my last meeting of the day, I left the windows down hoping it would fly out by the time I had to get back in there and drive home.  Not so.  As I put the car in reverse, I felt it again, something big and furry rubbing against my bare legs.  I jerked the e-brake, turned on the light and looked down. Anyone want to guess what was staring up at me from between my feet?

A RAT!!!!!  A big black hairy one.

Seriously, it was like the size of my foot!  I screamed and jumped out and started doing the heeby-jeebies dance in the parking lot.  Some brave men heard the commotion and came running with sticks to help, but that creepy guy was determined to stay.  So to make a long story short, I left the car there, came home with my friend Stefani, and made Joel go back and drive it home.  We tried for a while to get it out, and then decided to break the Sabbath and go buy a rat trap.  But the trap was still empty this morning, so Joel got to drive to work today with some company. AAAAHHHH!  My skin is still crawling.  I hope it is a Mesa rat and decides to get out or die while Joel is at work, instead of in our Queen Creek driveway.

.....on second thougth, maybe we'll catch it and keep it as a pet.  We'll lavish it with soft pink slippers and take rat glamour shots

Then we'll breed it and have a rat community for our babies to bathe in pools of milk with

Not really...these last two pictures were just some freaky photos I found on line.  

Anyways, gross, hu!