We've had quite the array of uninvited critters here at World Headquarters since the Nashville Flood.
We live in an old house, and we've always had extraneous critters, but things are a little more hopping than usual, now.
Did I ever tell you about the time a snake trapped me in my bedroom?
Busy Boy wasn't very old,maybe 2 at the time, and we had friends over to visit one day.
It was time for his nap, so I excused myself, and took him up to our room to get him to go to sleep.
Now, longtime readers know that we are 0 for 3 in the "Kids Who Sleep Like Normal People" department, so when he fell asleep on me, I wasn't about to screw that up.
I managed to scoop him up to take him to his bedroom, and I noticed a belt on the floor in the doorway.
When I got closer, I realized it was most decidedly NOT a belt, but it was one medium sized snake who wasn't planning on going anywhere.
When I say that I would allow nothing (I mean nothing) to screw up their naps, I mean it.
Therefore, I went back to my bed with the sleeping child, and tried to stage-whisper for Busy Dad who was downstairs at a party.
That worked about like you are thinking right now.
To recap, I have a sleeping child, a party going on downstairs and a snake trapping me in my own room.
After pondering my situation, I called the neighbors house, had them call back and I let the phone ring until Busy Dad answered it,
The neighbor informed him that I needed his assistance upstairs.
He came upstairs, got a stick and a pillowcase and removed the offender and all was well.
Man, that was more exciting when it happened than it is in writing.
No snakes at the moment, but it is time for the baby birds to leave the nest.
Or, the chimney in this case.
Over the years, we've had birds in the chimney on various occasions, and it just kind of works itself out.
What we have now is starting to be a failure to launch kind of thing.
I think there's teenage birds up in there who are playing Xbox and refusing to get a job or something.
They've been in there far too long and it's time for a little shove.
Or a big shove. With a little smoke.
No time for that right now though, since our life is a bit like Mouse Hunt lately.
Only without the comedy.
And without Nathan Lane.
And without an ending.
Every day is a new adventure, and they're starting to get a bit brazen.
I passed one in the hall with a little towel and toothbrush on the way to the bathroom, and he said, "Whassup? I think we're about out of toothpaste, by the way."
One night, I yelled at Busy Boy to get to bed, and he said, "You scared him!"
Me: "Scared what?"
Busy Boy: "The mouse. I was watching him play!"
Before I go on, please note that I live in an old house. It is not unclean or disease infested, this is just a hazard of old house living, sometimes.
If you live in one, you know how amusing it is when people tell you to just "block off the potential entrances" and your problem will be solved.
Can someone come help me block off the entire house?
So, today we're busy with some decluttering projects and trying even more stuff until the shotgun we ordered arrives in the mail.
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