On Sunday, I pulled a muscle in my neck trying to be cute while getting out of bed.  That’s the full story.  I feel pretty lame about it.  It still kind of hurts.

There was a weird mail situation wherein someone stole our mail, then returned it to us all opened and crumpled.  I guess they felt bad after seeing my credit card balances.  And my bank statement.  I know I would.  But for a minute I thought it was some kind of blog stalker sending a weird message to me.  That message being, “I know where you live and your mail sucks!  Keep it, asshole!”  Then I realized I was being paranoid.  Also, the biggest expert on threat assessment (I’m too scared of him to even name drop him here) told us that we were being weird and paranoid.  So, there’s that.

The rat is gone.  The exterminator set some traps and sprayed some rat repellent and since then, we’ve been rat free.  Which leads me to believe that the rat saw the writing on the wall and split.  I like to believe this war is over, but rats… man, until you’ve seen one in your own kitchen, you can’t really know how you’re going to react.  Lula on the other hand, is a bonafide rat dog.  Too bad she couldn’t close the deal.

And speaking of Lula, did I tell you she bit an opossum’s butt?  Sort of?  It was more of a love nudge with teeth.  I know general wisdom on possums is that they are ugly, but I’m here to tell you they can look so cute.  Especially when dangling their little asses over our deck and Lula is trying to disembowel them (albeit badly).

Cute?

Sorry about his paw there.  It’s really disturbing.  Don’t look too close.  I don’t want to alarm you, but it might have human fingers.

How many of you wish you lived in my house now?