I was going to take a blogging break for a few days so that I could eradicate (the conflict I am having with) the-thing-that-is-not-a-rat-please in the ceiling. My conflict resolution strategies have entailed spending a small fortune today on various poisonous potions, one of which is a small sack of stuff that you throw into the ceiling cavity through the manhole/trapdoor thing. But, now that I am armed with this lethal weapon, I am too nervous to get the ladder and climb up to open that trapdoor in case the-thing-that-is-not-a-rat-please leaps onto my head. If that were to happen, you see, I would probably never, ever recover, especially if the-thing-that-is-not-a-rat-please actually IS a big, fat rat.
So I am not taking a blogging break after all because blogging is a much safer activity. I have now rung a local ghost-buster who has agreed to come over tomorrow and investigate the-thing-that-is-not-a-rat-please problem, so hopefully the conflict will soon be over. In the meantime I will just have to put up with the alarming noises in the ceiling. It sounds like it is playing tag with itself; that is unless there is actually more than one the-thing-that-is-not-a-rat-please.
Years ago, when Husband I were newly married, I went out to the back veranda one morning and saw something that will haunt me forever. It appeared to be basking in front of a heater that was off. Of course it wasn’t basking; it was dead, and I have never seen another one inside again. However, it did cause a bit of conflict.
Me: I can’t stay here. I want a divorce. Arghhhhhhh!
Husband: It’s a farm. I’ll get rid of it. Never seen one inside before – bloody hell.
Me: How can you be so calm?
Image: Melinda (chanmelmel)
I suppose the-thing-that-is-not-a-rat-please could be a possum? Possums are quite cute! I’m going out to feed the birds now; the game in the ceiling has developed into something that sounds like a Sunday School picnic.
Speaking of horror, Son accidentally walked into the bathroom this morning as I was emerging from the shower and ran out screaming “The horror, the horror!” Oh well, at least we now know he can run!
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