Or mice. I actually don't know, and does it really matter which rodent is in my home? or does the fact that they are bunking up with me and the three kids seem to be the real issue here. Fortunately the pest control guy (stephen) has stellar bedside manner,
"yup, you've got 'em." (this is why I don't know. "em" in my book could mean all sorts of things)
"they actually got into your Christmas ornaments (smiling)!"
I don't want to put a damper on Christmas, but I'd like to shout out a ba-humbug on that info.
*note to self. Ask Sebastian to get the Christmas box down. And take it outside. And sort through it.*
And on a seemingly related topic,
We rented Ra-ta-touille last week. It's really good. But this ain't Paris. And I'm the only one cooking. So, I'm still a little pissed about the rats/mice/miscellaneous in my attic. But please, do see the movie.
