Remember my post about the critters in ma attic?
I was hearing serious noises upstairs in my new house. I thought I had a raccoon, a ghost, or a not-so-friendly homeless man wreaking havoc above my head.
Thank you, Mr. Exterminator, for depleting the population to (hopefully) 0.
my squirrely friend is quickly regretting his decision to shack up with me.
His triumphant finds? One dead rat (the trap got him, R.I.P.), and one pesky little squirrel. These guys are to blame for the noises I’ve been hearing in the morning, afternoon, and in the middle of the night.
It’s good to know I’m not going crazy, right?
Now I can watch Criminal Minds before bed without the freak outs over a serial killer in my attic. I’m a newbie to this show, and I can’t get enough of the millions of reruns.
Speaking of addicting TV shows, is anybody else getting a kick out of Brad Womack’s return to The Bachelor? My mom watched his previous season, and I only saw the very end, but I’m already tired of the declarations of how he has changed, etc.
We get it, Brad, and good luck with those crazy pizza-breath nutjobs. I think I’d take the real live vampire first.
Brad wants his own man version of Twilight.