So Big M and I spent the weekend in a lovely condo in the downtown west end, dining, and walking and sleeping, yes sleeping until I was ready to wake up by myself. Feeling recharged from my blissful morning rests I was ready to go back to the world of 5 am wakeups and Team Umizoomi morning marathons.
This is how the universe decided to balance out my stolen moments of sleep catch-up. 11pm Big M and I are falling asleep in bed.
Do you hear that noise?
We turn off the TV and listen and listen, until a very clear rustling and scratching begins. Big M leaps up and does his normal walk around the perimeter of the house, but there is nothing to be found. The sound continues and it seems obvious to me that it is either a rat in the wall or a squirrel in the attic.
Sleep never comes and the sound continues all night. I periodically look at the clock counting down the hours left before Baby Biter is going to wake up and start yelling for me.
Here are the Facebook entries I made between looking up exterminators and animal sounds on my iphone.
So with only 3 hours of sleep I went to the gym and worked out for almost 2 hours and came home to find Big M in the attic filling it with poison and traps and searching for whatever was in there and whatever kind of hole was in our roof that let it in.
When he was nearly finished he called out for me to come. He had found the rats.
I met him at the front door where he pointed out my new awesome Halloween decorations , three wood pumpkins hanging from a string that sway in the breeze and hit against our house in such a way as to sound like a rat chewing through my attic.
So yay we have no rats and boo I gave up a night of sleep for nothing.