As I sat watching tv tonight, Baby headed inside from the backyard with a baby rat in her mouth! That’s right, I said Baby, not Loki! As I tried to convince her to head back outside, she dropped it under the dining room table. Before I could capture it, it ran behind the refrigerator! Shit!!! I moved the fridge out and called Patrick. He came home, captured it from behind a dustpan in the corner and turned it loose in the ivy across the street. As long as the fridge was moved out, I cleaned the floor as it was pretty grungy. Amazing how the floor underneath a refrigerator can attract so much pet hair and dirt.

I think the tearing down and rebuilding of the retaining wall may have disrupted a nest of rats underground. Gotta be careful not to leave the sliding door open anymore…