Tonight I got home after an unpleasant commute, had a pleasant supper, then went out and dealt with the rat that had wandered into our garage and met the fate of all small peanut-butter-attracted creatures. Mr. Rat had lived a full life, and had grown to quite a respectable size, but in spite of his lingering moisture, when I came across him he'd lost quite a bit of his former stature; he was just at that sweet spot of putrefacation that smells thick, smokey and almost sweet, and I would have swept him immediately into a sack, but he was defended by MOUSs.
I'd never experienced Maggots of Unusual Size before; the ones I've seen before topped out at about a centimeter, but these guys were the breadth of a quarter, WITH FEET. I haven't seen anything sucking away at a corpse like that since a month ago when the UAW rep from Chrysler was interviewed, it was that disgusting....
According to Maddie, I've now earned my Hubby Points(tm) for the remainder of the year.
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I was nauseated from my hiding place in the kitchen (I was a big baby about) - as far as I'm concerned, you're my hero!
Yeech. That sounds VERY disgusting. I had to do the similar chore with a large Black Widow in Tamara's garage. I had to kill it and then remove its, urm, leftovers.
Hubby points or not, its still gross.
That is indeed Nasty. I think my worst was the goldfinch I killed on I-75 heading north once that flew directly into the grill of the van during the summer. I knew I had to get it out quickly and so earned my badge for the day. It was so far embedded into the grill I had a very difficult time getting it out and it only pulverized more as I worked at it.
As for spiders that's also my job, but Fred our new cat is earning his keep by eating them as he finds them. Grace would only point them out but loved leaving parts of Palmetto bugs around for us to find, which was also my job to clean up.
I know there's a bug when I hear a high-pitched, somewhat desperate-sounding "Ho-neyyyyyy?" from down the hall...
That's a good bat-signal. Mine is "Ohmygod", although for real emergencies, it cranks up to "OhhhF*#@*"
:-)
I need to work on Tamara's signal. It ranges from "MICHAEL!" to "Honey, what's this black spider with red dots on its abdomen?"
Why am I seeing a giant crosshair on the sky (like Batman's signal) for you Mike?
And why am I also expecting to hear of an incident with an MLRS hit on a suspected cockroach infestation in the kitchen sink sector?
Have no fear! Artilleryman is here!
Here I come to creeping barrage the daaaaaayyyyy!!!!
Sorry, I couldn't resist.
Creeping barrages are out. It would be an Excaliber round. One shot, one kill.
Hrmm, maybe a GMLRS?
Heh, my cat would eat cockroaches then vomit them up at the back door.
I still remember Redrum's fear of bugs.
It's true - cat was chased by a cockroach right down the hall. I wouldn't believe it except that I was there. Vespers, on the other hand, loves cockroaches, but she doesn't like it when they fight back and stick their legs up her nose.
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