The Humans are winning!!?? Part 1

A week after the last post a series of severe electrical storms went through every afternoon for a week. Because of power problems when storms go through, all most all our electric appliances are plugged into stabelizers and the computers, TV and a few others go off when it storms. One storm knocked out power to half our house for several days. ( The elecric in our house is on more than one phase. It is split to get power to the house. The electric company lost a phase.) Fortunatly it was not the half with the refrigerator, washing machine and well pump.

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On to the first installment in the saga of the Rat Wars.

It started innocently enough - the previous occupants of our house warned us that there were rats living in it. At first they didn’t seen to bother us and we didn’t bother them because we saw no signs of them. Then late one night one snuck in and helped himself to our breakfast bread. Not content to take as much as he wanted from one piece, he sampled a bite or two from each one. The kids wondered what was for breakfast. And the rat wars were on.

So we asked the age-old question of missionaries in Brazil - what would a Brazilian do?

“This one kills em dead and dries em up really fast”, replied Ceaser as he recommended a certain poison.

Over the next few days our poisoned bread was sampled several times but remained mostly untouched until that fatal night. One day a week later a stench arose from the attic above the office.

“Yes”, we cried, “got one”.

But the rat had the last laugh, he died where we couldn’t reach him and didn’t dry up any to fast for us.

The next week we noticed the same smell in the kitchen. Another one! Wayne worked all day to rip out the floor of the kitchen cabinets to extradite him from his tomb. It was a good thing that in a few months a work crew would be here to install new cabinets. Over the next few weeks our poisoned bread remained untouched. Were the mornings of last minute plans for breakfast over? Did we dare celebrate?