I apologize for the lack of post yesterday but we were attacked in the night and my attention was needed elsewhere.
Who were we attacked by, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. The rat mafia. Yes, they have struck again and we’re all paying the price. We keep our dog food in a sealed bin in the garage but we keep the unopened bags on high shelves until they’re needed.
The rats have had a very good time eating the food up there and have generally left the rest of the food in the bin alone. Until Wednesday. On Wednesday, Wes emptied our last bag of dog food into the sealed bin, effectively depriving the rats of their favorite food source. Their hush money, if you will.
Well, they decided swift action was necessary so they mobilized in the night and wrought havoc on our sealed bin. See below: Is that not shocking proof that the rat mafia means business? I mean, we skip one night’s payment of hush money and look at what we wake up to! As further means of teaching us a lesson, they left one solitary rat turd on my washing machine. A rat mafia version of the severed horse head in my bed, if you will.