Dan thinks they are in the crawl space above the garage. Ick. I feel like my skin is crawling. Dan actually had the nerve to balk when I told him I am no longer parking in the garage until the vermin are gone. Blech!
My loving husband kept making jokes about hearing the rats in the ceiling and making scratching sounds. I had nightmares all last night. I just know they are coming to get me. I just KNOW it. I kept dreaming that they ate my baby. They do that you know. People keep laughing at me when I say that, but it's true.
This morning I had to open the garage door to get the stroller out before I left to run my errands and drop the kids off at school. As I was grabbing the single stroller I realized my double stroller had been chewed on. CHEWED I said. I started screaming for second and then realize my kids are watching. I turned my back to them and bit my hand so as not to wail uncontrollably.
After dropping of my kids at school, Boo and I made a trip over to Home Depot to gather us some extra rat killing apparatus. I felt that skin crawling sensation just being in that aisle of store. The rats know I am here and are going to get angry. I was standing there looking bewildered and terrified when a clerk walked up and offered help. He only needed to say "breeding season" one time before I got woozy and almost passed out on the floor. He handed me some rat traps and walked away quickly.
I hope to GOD these things are gone soon. My husband would like his semi-sane wife back too I am sure. For now neurotic, twitchy, jumpy Gingers Mom has taken over.
What are your irrational fears?