The Stinch of Death Returns Just in Time For the Fragrance of Life . . .

Or at least that is what we expect. Two years ago about this time in March when I was very pregnant with Gabriella - we had a visitor. One whom we did not welcome. A visitor who got chased with a B-B gun on several occasions. Unfortunately, we did not get the victory. Not that the rat won - but on his way "out" he left us weeks of remembering him. When I came home from the hospital we could smell him. In the bathroom. Our only bathroom mind you. The bathroom in which Clay finally finished tiling the shower while I was in the hospital after having Gabriella. He died under our bathtub. My first shower in our home of 6 months was marked with comments of "What's that smell? We had to endure using the restroom and showering in there for weeks with the smell of a dead rat. Nothing that we tried would get rid of the smell. Only time. . .

Oh yeah, he left fleas too. . .

Well, here I am 10 days till due date - and guess who came to visit. It must be one of his relatives. Right now Clay is trying to get a rat trap in the wall behind our dishwasher. Our house has gotten a lot more secure than it was two years ago. We have sheet rock up in places that we did not before. We don't know of any holes that he can actually get into the rooms of our house. But he is in the walls. We just heard him again tonight trying to eat through the walls. We can here him climb the stack pipe in the bathroom wall and also run the length of our bathroom wall & up underneath the tub.

So as we prepare for the sweet smell of new life to enter into our home once more . . . we are also bracing ourselves for the very real possibility that we will also be enduring the smell of death for weeks to come.