I THINK I JUST LIKE TO SAY "MAGGOTY DEAD RATS"

Long story short... We had rats in the attic and garage... I finally had someone come out to check out the situation...

Paul has covered the holes that we think they are using and Jim (pest control guy) comes once a week to go up in the attic to scout out the area, bait and set traps..

So every Thursday Jim comes to check the traps and remove the dead rats and re-set them. Well this past Thurs I missed him... Not even thinking that it would be a big deal, I just decided we could wait til the next Thurs to have him out here...

Big mistake... Today was about 90 degrees plus outside making the attic about 5 billion degrees... I kept getting a whif of something upstairs... I cleaned out the litter box, checked the kids rooms for any food, checked the bathrooms... Then it dawned on me... Ohhhh we probably have dead rats in the traps and they are now rotten and stinky.

I had no idea when Paul would be home since he was having some dentistry work done, so I decided that I would be a "big girl" and do the dirty deed myself...

"Dammit, I don't have an 8ft ladder"... it's was on Paul's work truck that was parked at the dentist's office.

Ok, so now I would have to wait until he came home...

The smell was awful by this point... I am not sure if running the A/C made it worse but it was all I could smell now.

Paul gets home and before he can get out of his truck I practically knock him over and tell him that I need his ladder...

He gets the ladder out and sets it up upstairs... Now our attic opening resides in a strange awkward place. I had to put the ladder under the attic opening (duh) which hangs over the staircase (which is old hard wood). Well I do not like heights... Although only certain heights bother me... I was fine on the Royal Gorge Bridge in Colorado but I can't look down from a second story in the mall. Weird I know! So I make sure Paul is holding the ladder and I climb to the top step that says, "Do not stand here!". Now I am 3,000 ft in the air looming over my most certain death.

Paul hands me a plastic bag and gloves... I open the musty attic hatch to find two maggot covered dead rats nestled snuggly in their traps! Sweet!!!! I pick up the traps and no joke, maggots are falling out all over the insulation (insert BARF here). I stuff both dead rats in the bag and try to clean up the maggots since maggots turn in to disgusting flies. Paul takes the bag and leaves me on the wobbly ladder... He was baiting and setting the traps so I could put them back in the attic.

My house still smells like roasted maggoty dead rats but at least those are gone and I will make sure NOT to miss Jim the pest guy this Thurs for sure!!!!

Yes I am very proud of myself for conquering fear of heights AND maggots. I am totally patting myself on the back and will probably tell everyone I see about my bravery! So beware!

Guess that wasn't a "long story short" was it?

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]