I am not a complainer. Complaining borders on whining and whining is the most obnoxious form of communication ever invented, so I do not take part. I am stating this up front so that you will know that this post is not meant as a complaint. Quite the opposite, I am writing this because the past 10 days were just plain entertaining and I thought you might want to laugh along with me.
First, Joel mentioned a few weeks ago that he often hears scratching in the walls downstairs, something akin to the sound of tiny feet. Having owned rats before (on purpose), this did not really bug me. I like little scurry furries. Seriously, as long as Frederick and Co. stay out of my Cheerios and my sock drawer and don't chew the electrical wiring, we're cool (except there's that hantavirus thing...). Our kitten, however, does not subscribe to this belief system. She's a "take no prisoners" sort of cat, and when she finally realized there was a rodent about, well, it was "game on." She made a lengthy foray into the walls one day in our absence and spent hours upon hours peering into a floor vent. On Tuesday of last week the game went into sudden death. As in, she either killed it or found it dead. With that, I felt confident our mouse problem was over. Hahahaha! Ha. Ha.....
Meanwhile, it started raining last Saturday and did not stop until sometime on Thursday. And by "stop," what I really mean is changed into to hail. Hard. Like hail coming down here all day long until it looked like snow. The interstate had to be closed in sections and the snow plows put to use. There was so much hail that on Friday there were still substantial piles of the stuff all around town and on the highway shoulders. But there was this one point on Wednesday evening when the sky cleared briefly and the sunset was blazing. At Kevin's suggestion I climbed the hill behind our house for a better look. This is where I learned something new about Colorado geology: southern clay has nothing on this mud. It's goopy. It's slick. It smells nasty. There was so much of it caked into the treads of my hiking shoes I could actually skate on thick grass and prickly pears (I'll wait while you picture that). I had to find a very sharp rock and chisel it out. Then I stomped in a bucket of water for several minutes. That took care of roughly half of the mud, but I left tracks all over the back deck. The next morning I noticed said tracks, now blurred by the (still more!) rain and almost passed out because I was certain a mountain lion had spent the evening pacing by our glass doors.
All through the night Friday and into Saturday's wee hours we were awakened by blasts of hail slapping the windows. And this is where I should mention that I was already not sleeping well because I was achy from my typhoid vaccine. In preparation for our Kenya trip we had to get a large round of immunizations, typhoid fever being one. Given the choice between the shot (dead virus, good for 2 years) or the oral (live virus, good for 5 years and half the price) we took the pills. Live virus vaccine = "Intro to Typhoid Fever." Typhoid fever = nausea and strange dreams. Somewhere in the Land of Nod I toted my friend's baby around Busch Gardens, took her on a roller coaster without buckling her, then she turned into a screaming toddler boy and I hit her in the head with a jar of peanut butter to make her quiet down.
But back to the hail. And mice. So Saturday came, bringing with it another substantial dumping of hail and sleet and at this point all these outdoorsy Coloradans were apparently so fed up with being stuck indoors that they all went out for retail therapy in the one corner of the city I was trying to get to. All 400,000 of them. And all that precipitation? It got sick of the rain too and headed indoors. Like into our basement. If ever there were a time to love being a renter, it was then. Kevin called the property manager and within a few hours we had a pair of nice guys here (one named Theron, and as he explained, it's spelled like "The Ron") setting up 5 fans and a dehumidifier and pulling back carpet and cutting out drywall, and whoa --- they found the mouse nest. Awesome.
While The Ron was explaining to me what to expect, the kitten went trotting by, sneezing and covered in wall dust bunnies and insulation.
OH! I forgot to mention the bunnies! The rabbits that live under our deck had baby bunnies and they are so fluffy I'm gonna die!!!! And they eat the weeds. What's not to love?
Anyway, after 3 days of fans running we have nearly dry carpet and it did finally stop raining (mostly). I was able to plant some beautiful flowers out front and it warmed up just enough for me to not need 3 layers. I was all like, "It's a beatiful day! The sun is shining! The tank is clean!!"
Just in time for all three toilets to back up and one to totally overflow...
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