The other morning while Carson was outside he could hear some scratching, but wasn't sure where it was coming from. At first he thought it was me inside the house, he listened carefully and discovered it coming from the bar-b-que. Not wanting to tackle it alone he called for me for back up. Great help I am, I stood behind the door, peering out ready to run. It was still too dark out so we decided that when we get home from work we'll do more investigating. Later on when we both got home we cracked open a beer and grabbed the broom & headed outside. Carson had the broom, ready to whack anything that may jump out and I had the camera, and on the count of 3..........Here's what we found:
GROSS! GROSS! GROSS!
Sure has made itself a cozy little home , hasn't he? Well sorry little buddy, as cozy as you may be it's time for you to move along. Carson bought some traps, so now we just wait and see. At least we now have a excuse to buy on a new bar-b-que. Stay tuned for the ending to our rat saga.