He's Back...

Remember Woody, my Bushy Tailed Woodrat????? Well he's back, bigger and better than ever.

I should start at the 1st act of the 2nd coming.

I'm going to Wyoming this weekend to see my grandma. No, she doesn't know, and even if I called her, she wouldn't remember that I was coming, so there is really no point in calling her.

I'm digressing at a rapid rate. But oh well, I can take digressing liberties as this is MY blog!

So, I'm going to Wyoming, all by myself. 560 miles each way. Anyone with good sense would say..Gee...I'm about to make a round trip of well over 1000 miles, maybe I should get the oil changed in my tank since the oil light just came on. Soooo folks, since I had Tuesday off for Veterans day, I took Little Miss and I to Jiffy Lube to get my oil changed, to get my wiper blades changed (because you know in -30 degree weather, they do go bad in less than a year) to get my fuel filter changed, fluids checked, tire pressure checked..haha...sort of like one of my own checkups....oh no, here I go digressing again, come on OC...back on track!

As we were not so quietly sitting in the Jiffy Lube (what a name, you can tell I never have sex anymore) the guys come in from the garage area, and say...hey OC, you HAVE to come see what is under your hood. We found a BIRDS nest, of course at this point I actually think it is a birds nest..I think you probably know where I'm going with this.

Sooo, I go back into the "no customer allowed area with my squirming Little Miss" and look under my own hood. There in each corner there is a very well made "nest", complete with sticks, twigs, papers and part of the thermal lining of my hood. I ask, do you see any "eggs", and right as the word "eggs" pops out of my mouth, I see it. The damned MOP HEAD that was in my BBQ. I say, crap..that's not a birds next, that is a RATS nest!!!! The Jiffy Lubers all look at me like I have two heads and then I have to explain the "woody" story to them. Each "luber" in turn had to tell me of their own "rat" story, all the while Little Miss is busily trying to fall into the oil pit.

Finally I go back into the candy machine loaded lobby and call hubby and tell him, "you are never going to guess what is in my truck!" He did, right off the bat of course. I'm telling you, I really have no idea what to do. So finally after much crying over candy on Little Misses part a Jiffy Lube, I head off to Wally World and buy some DECON, something of which I swore over 20 years ago I would never buy, after I watched a dear cat die after eating a mouse who had eaten DECON. But I cant let this little bastard eat all the wires in both my trucks. Decon is still up on a high shelf, and I haven't worked my way up to use it. It's a horrible death, even for Woody the ever cute Woodrat. I'm guessing I'm going to go buy a fancy trap and try that first.

I'm digressing again. I when I got home I asked Hubby to go out and look in his truck for rats nests. He thought it was funny, but didn't really think that there would be any in his truck, I on the other hand did think that there would be. I didn't think there would be 5 nests in his truck! So, that little woodrat has built 3 nests in my BBQ, and 7 in our trucks. He is an industrious little guy, that is for sure, but he can't start eating my vehicle. That does not work in my financial plans for the next year.

So what do I do, poison the little bastard? Maybe trap him and take him up for hawk bait up in the woods? I'm feeling the same sort of rage that I used to feel at finding rattle snakes in my garage when I was a kid, except back then, I wasn't the one that had to deal with it.

So there you have it.

If anyone has any ideas please please tell me.

Oh, and changing topics again, do yourself a favor and never ever buy peach flavored cough drops!

Peace,

OC