Tuesday, January 30, 2007
My sister is a slob. I’m messy, but she is beyond that. She’s had a rat/mouse problem for a while now but managed to keep it fairly under control until she became bedridden. Then my niece moved in and refused to empty the traps. Or tell anyone that they needed to be emptied. After my sister went into the hospital in January of 05 Bebo found the carcass of a rat in a trap in Cathie’s bathroom. Yuck. No one has lived in this house for a year (except for a few the last couple of months). I should have known something was up when I got into Bebo’s car on Sunday and she said “You will wear gloves”. Huh? “I can’t wear gloves and wrap fragile items.” She told me there were new and old rat/mouse droppings all over the place. You can tell the difference by their size, btw. “I’m not wearing gloves. We should have picked up some sanitizer while we were out.” She had me fish some packets of antiseptic wipes from her glove compartment. We got there and it smelled god-awful like it normally does. After working for a few minutes, I realized that our hands were not the only things that needed protecting. Thankfully she had masks too. We both donned them. I’m a bit claustrophobic when I have to wear a mask, so I only worked 15 to 20 minutes before I had to go outside and breathe. Hence the sinus thing – it was windy and cold. We only worked 4 hours, not the entire day. We’ve decided to limit our exposure to the place to only 4 hours a Sunday. It’ll take longer to do, but its better this way. I wish I still had my half-feral cat MacKenzie. She lived for 18 months out in the elements – she would have been a great mouser. I wouldn’t have had any problem with leaving her out there for a week. The rodents would have been wiped out. Now if it were Texas cockroaches (or water bugs as some people call them) then Neely Shae would be the one you want. I’ve never seen a cat hunt bugs before. She smells them, goes along the floor like a hound dog on the scent. Anyway, I did manage to get four boxes and two large bins packed. We’ll be at it again next Sunday. Pray for me. *gg* Oh, and btw, my sister's house will forever be referred to as "The House".