Each evening, while lying in bed, I ask myself a question about life. It usually involves the state of the world and my purpose in it, why I haven't purchased toilet paper in over three weeks, or how guilty I should feel after eating seven chocolate chip cookies in a row.
Last night, I wondered all of those things and something a little ... different:
"On a scale of 1 to 10, what is the appropriate freak-out factor for someone who has just discovered rat poop in their bed?"
This, unfortunately, was not a hypothetical question ....
Life is good (and gross) in the ghetto.
10.02.2009
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This is definitely a problem that should be solved before you turn on the computer. So. how did you solve it?
ReplyDeleteA major drawback of a middle class upbringing is being unprepared for rats.
Just think -- you could be in Guatemala or somewhere like that and have an actual rat in your bed. . . .
ReplyDeleteTakes your blessings where you finds them ;-)
And ICK!!!! sorry to hear that happened.