The CB is Rodent Free

Yip! Yip!

This morning, still groggy with sleep, Crumby headed for the back door. The pets wanted out. Y'all need to go to see Mrs. Murphy. Yes you do. Yes you do.

But on the way, Crumby, even without his spectacles on, could barely espy the dead rat. Correct. The rat that has been infesting the CB all week was prone on a Saltillo tile, deceased. Yet before Crumby could say Jack Robinson, a pet grabbed the rat. OK. Good girl. Take the rat out in the backyard.

So now, the CB domicile is entirely rat free, maybe. Yes. Rodent free just in time for that great secular feast day, Thanksgiving.

A while back we got a ham. A big ham. That ham was originally so big that a great portion of it was left over and has been frozen for a while. So the test this morning was to see if we could eat of that same ham this Thanksgiving.

Praise the Goddess for refrigeration. Our left over ham has now passed a rigid Druid sniff test. Now we may safely partake of that ham in just a little while. Mmm. Ham! Plus we don't have to fret that a rat may suddenly jump out, grab the ham and make off with it.