Rats!

Well, for those who didn't know, we have been waging war against the rats in our backyard. Yes, I believe a little family has taken up residence under our chicken coop and we've been on a mission to exterminate them. Of course, with small children running around in the yard, there are only so many ways to do this. One is sticky traps. So far, we have caught 3 of them. That is until today, we got the biggest one yet! Aubrey man found one of the traps Tony put in the bushes and was not a happy camper. Jaden came yelling, "Aubrey has been caught in the mouse trap!" I saw Aubrey limping across our yard, crying. I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Thinking to myself, "How in the world will I ever get that stuff off of a bare foot?" Of course, I myself have been trapped in one of these before, so I knew how yucky it was. (We will come back to that!) He said, "mommy, I'm stuck!" I laughed some more. This time, unintentionally. Before I knew it, I was laughing uncontrollably, along with Jaden and Baylee, and snapping pictures of my poor little man. He just kept saying, "Dats not funny!" Well, little did he know, it was the best laugh I've had in a while. It took a good long scrub session, but it came off. Ahh, the adventures of motherhood.

So, back to MY story of being trapped... I was working one night at Dewars, where they also had major rat problems! They used these huge sticky traps under the counter where the cash register is. (Eye St. location) I was standing there on a very busy Friday night ringing someone up and noticed that I was stuck on something. I looked down and saw my very nice, new Nike tennis shoe stuck to a sticky trap along with a very good sized LIVE rat. Of course, I couldn't tell anyone. Nor could I move. It was a lovely combination. People began wondering why I was just standing there after a couple of minutes, lots of customers to be served and things to be done. Anyone who has been to Dewars knows that it is very tight behind the counter and there were quite a few of us squeezing by to do this or that. So, after what seemed like an eternity of standing still, keeping a sharp eye on the rat and trying to act happy and care free and busy (too busy to take an order which would involve walking down the narrow isle, dragging my little friend along with me), I pulled aside one of my co-workers to explain my delimma. He was able to kneel down and pretend to tie his shoe somehow freeing me as I took an order. The rat remained in it's spot until closing time when we were all very relieved to be rid of it. I really don't remember how difficult it was to clean my shoe, but after trying to clean Aubrey's foot, I imagine it was quite a task! Well... at least it makes for a good story. =)