I'm serious. If you can't stand rodents of any kind, please do not read further.
So, I'm reading a great book. It's called The Hot Zone by Richard Preston. It's non-fiction and it's about the Ebola virus. Yes, I know, it sounds crazy, but the guy is an amazing writer and this stuff about lethal viruses is actually quite fascinating (in a scientific way. Not a kills-9-out-of-10-people way).
So, I'm reading about infected monkeys, insects, people; it's slow-going because I rarely get the time to sit down and read for a while. Anywho, it's been on my mind, right? I'm not paranoid about viruses now, but I have been noticing more things --maybe washing my hands more. I don't know.
So, tonight, after getting the kids into bed, I answer some emails, watch Community and The Office, and I get up to turn off the fireplace when I see it.
I stop, mid-track. I know immediately what it is, because our cat has brought us "gifts" like these every single winter. But nothing like this.
NOTHING LIKE THIS!
I think it might be a rat. ACK! A RAT!! I'm still shuddering again and again and again!
I called Brandon immediately and made him look at it through our video surveillance (yes, we have video surveillance; my husband works for a security company, what else would we have?) and he couldn't really see what it was, so I took pictures of it to send to him. After that, I psyched myself up because I couldn't leave it there! I couldn't let the kids see it in the morning!
It took A LOT of guts, but I got some big cups (that I didn't mind throwing away) and I kind of scooped the thing into them, double bagged it all and threw it outside in the big garbage can.
I can't stop shuddering!
I then cleaned up the little bit of blood and all I could think was: What if it had the bubonic plague!
What if it had EBOLA!?
Well, not really. I'm too intelligent to think like that for long.
But still! It was SO VERY GROSS. And I'm not easily grossed out. Blood, puke, poop, whatever. I can handle it. The cat bringing in dead Birds and Mice, I handle pretty well. They are small. I feel sorry for them. This thing? This HUGE thing!? AAAAAAHHHHH!!!
One positive note: I think it died outside and the cat brought it in as a present for us. The thing already had rigormortis (sp) when I scooped it up (which made the process even grosser), and I know it hadn't been in the living room too long; I remember changing #5's diaper near that spot around 8:30PM and it wasn't there...so, between 8:30PM and 10:30PM, it showed up. Anyway, my point is that I was worried for a bit that there might be MORE IN THE HOUSE (screams of terror), but since I'm pretty sure it was from outside (there's a hill with a lot of foliage and animals across the street from us), I'm not as panicked.
But you better bet your sweet little tootsie that I'm gonna be cleaning like a madwoman come daybreak!
Sorry to ruin your night. Or day, if you are reading this on Friday morning.