No, this title is not some clever line from a song or a poem. Dead rat in the attic is what I currently have.
I also have a DH and his friend up in the attic with TyveK suits crawling around with hammers and crow bars, trying to find a rat nest to remove said dead, decomposing creature before…
our DHEC visit. On Wednesday! Yes, two days from today. Actually like 36 hours from now, we’re supposed to be proving that we’re clean enough to adopt kids.
While I rationally know that the dead rat came about because said DH heard a rat and didn’t want there to be a rat infestation in our home, I am irrationally sure that the DHEC inspection will be like “you have something decomposing in your house? Ewww, no way, lady.”
I really hope that the dead creature can be found and removed, but given the amount of searching about over my head, I think they’re not having much luck.
At least I can say we tried to have it removed. That’ll count for something, right?