Am I just the biggest wimp on the face the earth. Why you ask? I couldn't tell you if you didn't ask. My 7 year came inside after following the cat this morning to tell me there was something dead in the back yard.
DEAD????!!?? UGH, I really didn't want to hear this come out of my kids mouth - especially when Daddy is not home.
So I cautiously walked outside to where the child was pointing, and there less than a foot a way from the play set was I'm sure was the biggest rat in the universe dead in the grass. EEEWWWW!!! After doing some deep breathing exercises I mobilized the troops (that would be the two children) and went to work. I walked into the garage and grabbed the shovel. E went and got the bag of corn shucks from the back porch and H well, he informed me the rats head was cracked open. ***Little vomit in the back of my throat to enjoy*** I picked up the rat with the shovel, dumped him in the bag and off we went to the trash can. E carried the bag as far at the back gate - WAY TO GO E!!!!- and then I went in for the kill and dumped it in the trash can.
I feeling the need for an emergency session with my therapist, but decided to save the money and blog about it instead. I am still a little shaky, but I think I might survive. My three cats may never be allowed inside again as I'm not sure who to blame for this and I don't want dead rat germs to come near my body in the form of a cat kiss. YUCK!