A Conversation

So, Suze... it's Friday night! What are you up to?

Well, dear Internet, I'm setting a trap for a Packrat.

Good heavens, Suze. Why would you do such a thing? You already caught Percy!

Why yes. Yes I did already catch Percy. You're absolutely correct.

Then why on earth would you set the trap again? Is this a new hobby for you?

Oh, no!! *chuckle, chuckle, chuckle* Silly, Internet. It's not a new hobby for me. I'm setting the Packrat trap yet again BECAUSE I HAVE ANOTHER FUCKING PACKRAT LIVING WITH ME. How do I know this? Because I found a previously unopened package of crackers on the floor of my laundry room with a big FUCKING chewy-hole chewed in it. Not a delicate little mouse chewy-hole, a big Packrat chewy hole. Remember our "Is it a Percy or Priscilla Packrat" debate? Yeah, try Percy AND Priscilla.

Oh. Oh, dear.

Yeah. "Oh, dear indeed."
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I was clearly in denial.

My friend Barb (Barbent, not Mybarb) said "Susan, I think you might have another packrat..."
To which I replied, "No. No, I don't. I only had one and it's gone."

My son Connor said, "Ma... the packrat you caught isn't the same colour as the one we saw the other night...."
To which I replied, "You must be mistaken, Connor. Perhaps it was the light."

Wish me luck. Mybarb is dying to have a critter of her own and has asked me to relocate the packrat to her house. I plan to happily oblige her. Karma, Baby!