They're back...and this time, it's personal.
These rats are a thorn in my effing side, I tell ya!
We live in a neighborhood that is still being developed, and when they do a lot of building, we get alotta rats!
We had a pretty bad infestation a while back. We defended our territory with snap traps, glue traps, and finally an airsoft gun.
Jake is always so hell-bent on handling things himself. No exterminators. He can take care of it. Big, bad man, protecting his domicile! While effing rats run amuck in my house!!
We persevered over the first invasion, and the next time, the rodents came back bigger and badder! We had to pull out the heavy artillery, and fight this fucker with a BB gun!
We thought we'd showed them.
Our dishwasher started leaking. Water spilling out, all over my kitchen floor. I mentioned it to Jake, and he said he'd get around to it. Just a week, or so, later, we noticed that the bottom of the cabinet, under the sink, was sagging in the middle.
**Nooooow he wants to check it out! Noooooow he listens to me, after the fucking cabinets are falling apart!!**
We slid the dishwasher out, to investigate. Rat shit, everywhere! Just as we were about to run the machine, to watch for the leak, we saw a jagged, broken peice of plastic, only partly covering a plastic tube. The source of our leak.
We can only assume that the rats ate through the FREAKIN' plastic, since it is not melted, or cracked, but, instead, JUST GONE! I guess the freezing temps have had them searching for a water source, and moreso, retribution!
Those little fuckers launched a stealth, undercover operation, to pay us back.
THEY ATE MY FUCKING DISHWASHER!
Oh...it's on now! Those mofo's are dead! DEAD!
The exterminator is coming next week!
**Noooooooow he wants to call an exterminator. I begged, pleaded, and tempted him with sexual favors, to call the exterminator, several months ago. Before they ate our appliances. I BEGGED HIM! He refused! Nooooooow he wants to call them!!**