Monday, December 19, 2005
About a month ago I started to hear something trying to to chew it's way through the floor under the dishwasher. Well, our crack property management team sent Pedro to check. He said he didn't see anything in the crawl space and that was that. Then the other day we found some chewed up carpet and a chewed up Christmas decoration. I thought we must have a mouse. So this morning while having breakfast at 6 am with Carol, out comes the varmint from behind the Christmas Tree. It was either a big mouse or a small rat. Now maybe the mice in North Carolina are a little big from eating biscuits. Funny thing though: the critter arrived the same night as Marianne. Well, now we are waiting for the exterminator. Being an old ratter from the Bronx I know how to get rid of these pesky fellows but since we just rent I'll leave it to the pro's. Seeing a rat in the morning will wake you up quicker than a double latte.