He Needs To Move Out, Now!
A new roommate has moved into my house.
Then out popped a teeny little head, a head attached to a tiny little body that went leaping from my shoe, onto the floor, and into the house.
INTO THE HO– USE.
Unfortunately trying to set those cheap ass traps below freezing temperatures just caused most of them to break and I had to resort to guilt-riddenly set out the glue traps that I put in the corners of the garage to trap the spiders.
By animal encounter I mean that The Girl Child touched a snake…
…while The Boy Child freaked out.
By “made masks” I mean that The Girl Child made a mask,
and The Boy Child “don’t want help!”
They then partook in eating cake. By “eating cake” I mean that the children were presented with a very 2015 variety of birthday party options that included a Fenigold Organic birthday cake from the Organic bakery, a separate gluten and dairy free cake, gluten free cupcakes, and organic juice.
After that we walked around the farm-zoo…
… and then ran to the car to thaw out our fingers. We all had a great time but now it was back to business.
In the meantime my friends are having a grand old time teasing me.
There has been many a joke made that I’m turning into Cinderella with my house full of rodents who will whistle with me while I work. But hey, if those little critters want to help me clean, make me clothes and help me find prince charming, I would be willing to reevaluate his eviction. So far though I have not seen any evidence of him earning his keep and am actually quite convinced that he is probably licking my ears while I sleep, so he needs to go.
On top of that, every time I go downstairs The Boy Child says in a panic “take da knife and da peanut butter so it not get you!”
I think I may have mistakenly caused him to believe that a knife and peanut butter are some sort of rodent defense.
I am not ok with this.
I don’t like having to peek around the corner of the door frame before I walk into a room and having to shake all my clothes before I put them on.