I was sitting at the kitchen table this morning supervising Ruthie’s use of scissors (they may be snubbed on the end, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to cut her tongue out), when I saw something out of the corner of my eye on the deck.
A little bit later I saw it again – something small and dark flittering across the deck. This time I investigated and saw it, THE RAT, on my deck that is a giant play pen for my children to play safely – SUPPOSEDLY – only now I have to worry about little Ben with his claws and his fangs leaching some disease onto my children, both the one who crawls and the one who licks everything.
Now I know what kept eating my Brandywine tomatoes last summer. Ewww.