Not a lot going on. I worked this weekend, which was a real blessing. We can use the extra money. Saturday night, walking out to our vehicles after closing up the store, I stopped to look. "Gees," I said, "What are those tracks coming from my car?" When Pete talks, he sounds like Mr. Rogers, and that Mr. Rogers voice said, "That is odd. Whatever it was had a long tail, see?" And he pointed it out to me. I could see it very plainly then too. He guessed that it was a large mouse. I translate that to 'rat'. A rat. Under my car, headed to 'the yard' which is what we call the fenced in area where we keep the fencing and larger farm equipment. When I brushed the snow off my car, I looked very closely, hoping, HOPING to find tracks coming from another place to my car. Nothing.
Okay, Saturday, we got quite a bit of snow. I suppose that the rat could have come, taken cover beneath my car and then scooted out for the yard during a lull. I suppose. It might could be that I picked him up at home, and that after that unexpected ride, he laid low for a time, hiding until he felt safe enough to run.
Go back to the first part of that last sentence. "It might could be that I picked him up at home..."
We have never seen a rat here, but we do live in town now, and next to the river, and well...let me just say that the pictures in my head are scaring me, a little. Tim doesn't believe it.
Add to the shopping list:
Decon. (Translation: Ratsack if you live in Oz).