Worst Moment of the Week

Nothing beats waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, opening the door to go outside to the bathroom and finding a dead rat at your feet! Scared the hell out of me, which in turn scared Jenny. We are such city people. Anyways, the next question was what to do with the rat. So after much arguing , I put on some shoes, just in case it came alive again, strapped on the head lamp and got my trusty broom ready, while Jenny inched towards the dead rat holding a bucket which I was going to sweep the rat into. Also, Jenny did this while covering her face so she didn´t have to see the dead rat. After a few tries (he was a heavy sucker!) i got him in the bucket and took the bucket outside and tossed the rat into the middle of the street for any lucky dog to retrieve. The best part was that since he fell from our roof, might have been pushed might have been suicide we don´t know, his blood splattered all over Jenny´s sandals that she uses to shower. So she ended up getting a new pair of sandals out of the deal! And our site mate Carrie says that rats don´t fall....