I know that for my fellow Americans Thanksgiving is so last week and we have moved on to bigger and glitzier holidays…but I don’t care. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday (tied with the Fourth of July, actually) and because I am a terrible blogger, I didn’t get the chance to share what I’m most thankful for on the actual Thanksgiving day. But it is my blog and I get to write about what I want, when I want to, so here it goes.
This year, this month, this week, today, right at this very moment, I am thankful for ABC Pest & Lawn.
Allow me to explain.
A few weeks ago, I was awakened in the middle of the night by my brothers voice. Now, this is not unusual. He is a musician and keeps to his own unique schedule. But he kept on uttering the same word over and over again in a distraught voice. “Cuss.” (Thank you, Wes Anderson, for the censoring idea.) “Cuss. Cuss. Cuss. This is not good. Cuss. This is not good. I don’t know what to do.”
“What’s wrong?” I croaked out.
There was a short pause. “There is a rat..in the kitchen.”
I’m not going to lie. For about 5 seconds I thought, “Maybe I can pretend I didn’t hear that and just go back to sleep.” But I am the big sister and it didn’t seem fair to leave Daniel alone to solve this conundrum, so I rolled out of bed and we set out to rid our kitchen from this unwelcome guest.
TWO AND A HALF HOURS LATER—after an epic battle that involved four large poster frames; two chairs; several brooms; the moving of a microwave cabinet, stove AND refrigerator, we had chased the rat out of the kitchen and into the backyard. Exhausted, I crawled back into bed, curled up in my warm, comfy blankets and thought to myself, “It’s going to be a long time before I can watch Ratatouille again.” Pixar, you had me lulled me into a false sense of security when it came rats and tricked me into believing they all looked like this:
Pixar made me believe that if a rat ever appeared in my house, he would make me the most delicious omelet I had ever tasted. The truth, dear readers, is the rat in my kitchen looked nothing like the above adorable Remmy. Nope—in fact it looked more like the baby eating rat from Lady and the Tramp:
THAT RAT IS PURE EVIL! AND IT WAS IN MY KITCHEN! And in my room. And my sewing room. In short, the day the weather turned cool & wet, the rats headed for the comfort of my home. So I am thankful for ABC Pest & Lawn coming out to my house, sealing off every single hole in the attic & underneath the house and setting traps to catch the evil rats. Now I don’t have to lie to myself before I go to sleep every night (“The rats can’t get into my room when I’m asleep. That’s silly!”) or resort to drastic measures to ensure pies are not eaten before the appointed time. My house is home to only myself and my brother again, and for that I am so thankful.