It was time once again for the bug guy’s weekly visit, and I am very happy to say that we appear to have turned the tide on the rodent situation. We may have lost many, many battles, but I believe we are finally winning the war.
The bug guy arrived at our house first thing this morning, so this time my husband was able to meet him. When my husband came back in the house he said, “Did you know [the buy guy’s] brother played football for Nebraska? And that he played in the National Championship in 1991?”
Um, no. Those are not the kind of special moments that the buy guy and I share. We have conversations like this:
“Yeah, once you start patching up the holes, you only start to see the small rats. They’re desperate for food, because they don’t have mommy and daddy around anymore. Because we killed ’em.”
So to sum up-my husband, fun guy to bond with; me, orphan-maker.