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Jenna and ‘Becca, the Rat Killers

Posted on February 9, 2019 Updated on February 9, 2019

Jenna and ‘Becca, the Rat Killers

Shabbat morning arrives with misty rains and grey skies. Interesting night last night. Went to bed before Snookums and woke to her yell of disgust from the bathroom … apparently a young roof-rat found its way into the bathroom.

As the official pest control department in this household, it was my duty to drag my sleepy body out of bed and deal with a healthy young rat. I called for Tic to come and help me, but he was confused by my invitation and sat on the bed looking at me quizzically.

But it was Jenna, the bathroom escort, that came to my aid. She cornered the rat, then expertly backed off a small amount to give it an escape route, and when he took it, she had him. *chomp! *shake! Then she released him to see if he was still alive … he was, so another comp and shake finished the job.

About that time, ‘Becca da Beagle arrived, and picked him up and carried him out.  Good thing, because once he was dispatched, Jenna had no further interest in him.  ‘Becca took him out to the living room, and poked and prodded him to make sure he was lifeless, but I really didn’t want to watch a Beagle dine on a rat, so into the dustpan, out the back door, and a long pitch over the fence where the wildlife could enjoy a meal.

I am sure glad for the dogs … if I didn’t have them, my 12 gauge would have been the chosen method of dispatching a rat.  It’s real hard on the house, though.

This morning, Jenna kept trying to kiss my face, and was confused when I drew back. I knew where that mouth had been … *shudder!

Things return to normal quickly, however.  I forgot to buy potatoes, so I made poached eggs on toast and turkey link sausage this morning. Canned pears for the juice. My culinary friends probably quiver in horror over using ersatz ingredients, but I just wasn’t up to growing my own pears and slaughtering my own turkeys.

Later this week will entail a close inspection of the bathroom to see how a rat got in …

So it is back to the studio. Praise music is on the puck for the day, and to keep the bird happy.

Good morning!