Rats.

Oh boy. Animal lovers, you might want to skip this post.

I was walking up the stairs yesterday (we're in a basement apartment) and I saw a rat on the ground floor landing (enclosed porch). It saw me, go scared, and scurried under the stairs. It was big. Probably a baby rat, or a giant mouse. I don't know... but it was big and black. It likely got in because the back door is left open alot- it doesn't close properly much of the time and opens on its own.

Anyways- I ran out to the dollar store, got some snap traps, and set them. This morning, my husband informed me that the rat got caught in one of the traps. I refused to look at it, but I'm very relieved that it's gone. He said that the thing was huge.

I actually contemplated getting a kitty or borrowing one from a friend so that it would be more of a "circle of life" thing. I'm sorry it had to die, but I just can't take rodents living in my home.

On a lighter note, when we went to the store to get the traps, my wonderful N embarassed the daylight out of me. We walked into the store and she exclaimed, "Mamas, it's [i]messy[/i] in here!!". That got us a lot of fun looks! She continued to talk to me about how big of a mess it was in the store. How fun.

Oh, and my seedlings have almost all sprouted nicely. My basil, oregano, lettuce, sunflowers, cucumbers, and tomatoes have sprouted. I'm still waiting on my bell peppers, squash, and cilantro.