I’m sleeping in a twin bed with the baby in her room today because I just spent all that money to get rid of the roof rats and they left one scratching in the walls. It was so loud on Saturday I was up from 2:30 to 5:30 am banging on the walls.
I think I’d like to back to them being in the roof because one managed to find a way under our kitchen sink and I cleaned up poop Sunday and bought inside traps. We have never ever had one inside. I’m angry. Yesterday we waited all day for the neighbor to come home and check our box trap. The rat wasn’t in there. Around 3 am this morning I heard the snap trap snap shut, so I’m laying here, angry as all get out that it’s now my responsibility to go check to see if we have a smashed rat in our house. I’m laying in bed in protest. I don’t want to face this.
My husband would have tirelessly worked to solve our critter problem while I was safe and away from it all.
Be grateful if you have someone like him.
I’m reaching the angry stage.
God Provides for Us 
That’s me. We had mice a long time ago and mercilessly went after them.
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