Friday, September 28, 2012

Something Wicked

I went down to the scary basement today to turn off the breakers to the bathroom so I could put up new fixtures.  I thought while I was down there, I'd check on the decomposing rat Charlie and I left behind when we fixed the drain hose to the air conditioner.

There's just one little problem with that plan.

The dead rat is gone.

After I finished squealing, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" it occurred to me that there might be a reasonable explanation for the missing rat.  So I called Charlie.

"Did you pick up that dead rat out of my basement?" I asked him.

"Hell no, I didn't!  I got enough health problems as it is without pickin' up a dead rat," Charlie said.


Then something else carried away the rat carcass.

Something big enough to carry a rat.

Or big enough to eat it.

Something wicked.

Which means that someplace in my foundation, there's a hole big enough for something wicked that carries away dead rats to get inside my house.

All together now:  Ewwwwwww.


  1. Not quite the same thing :-) but something made off with a dead mouse from my garage.

    About once a year a bird passes away in my yard. I used to bury them, but then I discovered that they would disappear overnight.

  2. Eeeew. When I was battling chicken coop rats someone told me if I don't empty the traps other rats will "take care of it". Blech.