Ugh...it all started 9 long months ago...
Let me back up...I love my kitchen. I better, since I'm the one who designed it, right? One thing I really love about my kitchen is that the appliances are "hidden." When we had our cabinetmaker make our cabinets, he also made panels for our fridge and dishwasher and we bought specific appliances that were made for panels to be put on them. I think it makes for a seamless-looking kitchen and since our kitchen is on the small side, I wanted everything to blend in together. That, and I didn't want to have to wipe down 17 million smudge marks a day, had we gone the stainless route.
So I used to have a dishwasher. Clarification: I used to have a dishwasher that worked. (I do still technically have one.) And it worked like a charm. Loved it. Having a dishwasher for the first time in our house was amazing. Instead of scrubbing everything by hand, just stick it in that amazing box and...well I suppose you all know how a dishwasher works.
So it all happened when I was 9-months pregnant with Finn. I heard a sound one fateful night. Something that sounded like scratching. I was alone. Mitch was playing hockey late that night. The sound came from within the wall behind the dishwasher. I knew right away that it was some sort of rodent and from the disgustingly loud sounds I heard, I knew it wasn't a mouse. I can deal with a mouse. Shoot, everybody gets mice. It just comes along with the territory...especially when you live in the country. My gut told me that it could only be one thing. So I told Mitch. Who did nothing. Oh wait, yeah he did. He pulled out the dishwasher and...
Do you see that tiny little mouse trap in there? Yeah, we were going to be needing something a little bit bigger than that thing. I could tell Mitch didn't really believe me when I told him that "there's no way a mouse is making that noise." Well he soon found out. One night, as he was sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV, he heard a sound and looked over and there IN OUR KITCHEN, was a RAT. That's right--a disease-ridden, disgustingly huge rat. They both looked at each other (Mitch and the rat) with shock in their eyes--the rat, in total disbelief that he had finally chewed through that hole in the wall and had entered the promised land, and Mitch, shocked that I indeed was right the entire time. Mitch told me later that he didn't know what to do. He totally froze in disbelief. He COULDN'T BELIEVE that there was a rat in our house. Finally when he snapped out of it and decided that he should probably do something about this giant rodent, the rat also figured he better do something as well, so back into the hole in the wall he went. Mitch decided not to tell me about the adventures of that evening. He knew I would be out of my mind had I known. And there's nothing much more worse than a pregnant lady out of her mind, I mean really.
So while I was in the hospital giving birth to this precious little babe,
Mitch and his dad were frantically trying to catch themselves a rat. They bought several of those huge rat traps (that make me cringe just looking at) but didn't nab the rat.
Then Finn and I came home from the hospital. What a joyous day! I didn't have the best experience in the hospital (especially the last night there...don't even get me started) so I was excited about being back in my own bed. We were home literally one day and the next day the whole family went out to vote (it was Election Day). When we came home, I was the first one in the house and was holding Finn. I rounded the corner of our entryway and right there standing on our kitchen floor like he owned the place was that disgusting rat staring right at me. Of course I screamed and ran out of the house and he scurried away somewhere. Didn't know where. This whole time our dishwasher had been pulled out and was setting next to our dining table. Well we found out later that evening that the rat scurried under the dishwasher, which again, WAS SETTING OUT IN OUR HOUSE.
Mitch searched the house thoroughly and didn't find the rat so we figured he must have squeezed out a hole somewhere. Nope. Wrong. After we put the boys to bed that evening, we sat down on the couch to enjoy a leisurely few hours of TV watching, and Mitch heard a squeak. (Gross!) He pursued the sound and caught sight of a long tail and fur peeking out from under our dishwasher (gross, gross, gross). He looked at me with eyes that said, "What do I do now?" Well I told him exactly what he was going to do.
You call your dad over here RIGHT NOW and you get rid of that stinkin' rat. (said with just a little added emphasis and volume)
After barricading myself in Finn's nursery, I could hear Mitch and his dad going over their game plan...
I'll move the dishwasher and you get the rat with your hockey stick, was Mitch's dad's input.
Ugh...so after some careful maneuvering and several slap shots later, the rat was finally taken care of.
Isn't that a horrible story? So horrible that I waited nine months to tell you guys. Well unfortunately for us, it gets worse--as in, that stupid rat chewed through our dishwasher pipes so it no longer works. Both Mitch and his dad tried to fix it but to no avail. That was NINE MONTHS AGO, people! I'm done. Time to call in the big guns and have them properly fix our dishwasher. (Are you reading this, Mitchell Todd??)
So...do you think we're complete slobs since we had a rat living in our house? You can be honest. I can take it. I still can't believe it. I CAN'T BELIEVE that that rat was hiding under the dishwasher that was right next to where we all sat down to eat our dinner that night! Oh my gosh...that's so disturbing. I was so worried that the rat had some friends nearby but we haven't seen or heard a rat since...THANK GOODNESS.
Have you ever had a rat in your house? What did you do to get rid of it? Never was I more proud and thankful of Mitch's puck-handling skills than that night.