Hippety Hopper

We live in the middle of nowhere. We don't have any chains in our entire county. We live in the only town in the county. It doesn't even have a gas station. It's bad. If you need a half gallon of milk, save up your pennies, it's $8.50. In the middle of nowhere, we rent an old farmhouse. It's beautiful, but in dire need of some repairs. Oh and our landlord doesn't share our sentiments.

List of problems in the past 13 months:

1. Stinkbugs (TONS - just ask my husband, Perry)



2. Basement flooding (too many times to count at this point)



3. Pipes leaking (too many times to count)



4. Ridiculous heating bills ($700 for one freaking month)

5. Mice (I believe we're up to 10)

Wellllllllll... I'm about to add another to the list. I noticed some rather shocking piles of mouse poo in the basement a few days ago. I told Perry that we need to investigate and set some traps because we have a lot of irreplaceable things in the basement and mice are very destructive. And I mean, no one likes living in an infested home. At least I don't.

So last night we went down to start cleaning up and I noticed quite a bit of destruction. Luckily the invaluable things were saved. In moving and investigating, I noticed a giant hole in an old box. I saw a clumb of gray, but I couldn't tell what it was. Until it took a breath. It was huge; bigger than a flipping softball. At this point I'm thinking that this mouse is seriously obese and more comfortable in our house than we are, or we have a bigger problem than a mouse. I pointed out the culprit and hightailed it to a safe area, aka the top of the steps.

I heard a lot of cussing and a lot of banging around for a few seconds, and then my husband told me the coast was clear. I took that to mean the mouse (or fur-invader) was dead. One thing to know when dealing with men is assume nothing. I got downstairs and he then informed me that he wasn't dead, just in the wall now. Awesome. I asked him how big the mouse (or furry death) was after he saw him at full potential. He said it was definitely a mouse and about 10 inches long. Wtf. That is NOT a mouse. That is either a rat, or a baby kangaroo.

So at this very moment, the rat is probably eating my dogs and curling up in our nice warm bed. And I'm dying laughing at this video. Clearly I am the bulldog.
My conclusions:

Cute.

Cutest.