More of: Life With ths
Today turned into your typical casa de major dad day just about that fast. Part disaster, part seat-of-our-pants luck.
The terrific guys who redid all our ductwork 3 weeks ago or so were back today to blow insulation. We’d debated spending yet another grand+ after the $$$gulps ducting, but, considering we’re losing the hurricane hove-up shade trees in the back/that roof is gonna BAKE this summer, it was a painful-but-easy call. AND…a lucky one.
They got up there to find that RATS had ALREADY eaten through one of the BRAND NEW TRUNK LINES, and they were able to fix it before they started doing the insulation. Holy smokes.
Close call. We would have NEVER known.
Anchor was able to get our buddy Nick out here an hour later, with an armload of traps and glue pads
so we can finally nail those beady-eyed bastards.
Corporate policy change: outside ferals are going to see a kibble/canned food reduction, effective immediately. They are OBVIOUSLY NOT earning their keep, paw our signed agreement.
It’s like everyone wants a handout for subpar effort nowadays.
In other household observations, sometimes it pays to just sit back and wait for life to settle down a tad…
Now.
I’m going to make brownies, and ice the CRAP out of them.
Life | tree hugging sister | 
March 12, 2021 3:04 pm
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Rats?! Yowza.
Apparently MANY happy ones.
If you make a large pan (9×13), melt a 12oz bag of chocolate chips into a can of sweetened condensed milk, and pour over the brownies right after they come out of the oven.
Weapons. Grade. Chocolate.
If the ferals don’t have access to your attic they may not be slacking. Rats are like politicians – they manage to get into all sorts of places you’d never think they could & they’re d—-d near impossible to dislodge.