I remember after giving birth to a baby without drugs that the phrase, Hurts like a mother, made… Absolutely. Perfect. Sense.
Lately I’ve found myself thinking the same thing about Rat Bastard…
It’s been several weeks since I opened the hood of my car and found the great rodent residence. And I’ve been bouncing around from insurance estimators to body shops to mechanics to dealerships. I have a sticky note next to my computer at work to remind me to work on my car project every day at lunchtime. They say they’ll have to lift the engine out to fix the insulation wall and then reinstall it.
Our exterminator guy is doing double time. James has to leave his hood open every night and set-up the Raticator on his engine. Now I have one, too. Every other night it has another mouse in it. Welcome to the country…
Mouse Bastard.