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This is the most interesting thing I’ve found in the attic so far. Which is to say, there’s nothing interesting in the attic so far. Some new and empty wine bottles. A bunch of empty boxes. Picture frames.

Well, there’s the poop. Tiny mouse poops near the opening. Then some rat poops further in. And then some larger rat poops. Like, larger than rat poops.

Back home, I’d say possum or even coon. But th’ain’t no possums ner coons hyere. Nor anything of equivalent size. So that just leaves very fucking large rat, I guess.

Oh, joy.

Anyhow, Gromulin asked what was up there, and that guilted me into checking it out. I’m alllll about the minions. Have a good weekend, everyone!

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from Gromulin
Time: May 29, 2009, 7:19 pm

My life is now complete. Thank you.

At least the cooler looked sorta-kinda new…so you got that goin for ya!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 29, 2009, 7:29 pm

New and — thank Christ — empty.

 


Comment from armybrat
Time: May 29, 2009, 7:32 pm

about 15 years ago, I was in the basement of my old house, packing up some of the hubby’s shit to throw out while he was gone. Had my trusty cordless phone with me. Forgot about it and left it down there. Battery died on the damn thing and I couldn’t find it. After about 3 months, I gave up, threw out the base unit, bought a new one. 5 years later we sold the place and I was packing up the basement shit. Doncha know I found that thing….right next to the remains of the beer I had been drinking.

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: May 29, 2009, 8:47 pm

I dunno, you sneak into the attic for a crafty dump and some weasel comes along a few weeks later and says there’s rats up there!

 


Comment from apotheosis
Time: May 29, 2009, 8:52 pm

Is there a wardrobe up there?

Maybe it’s faun poops.

 


Comment from Cant hark my cry
Time: May 29, 2009, 10:17 pm

Or talking mice poops. They’d be sort of a “next size up” from rat, I think.

 


Comment from Chef Mojo
Time: May 29, 2009, 11:30 pm

Love the BT stuff. I remember when I was last in your neck of the woods back in ’93. The weird BT phone cards that you would put in a public phone, and as you talked, the phone would literally burn off the minutes on the card, along a thin, metallic looking strip. You’d pull the card out and there would be this carbonized line that looked like a miniature version of a Bond laser torture. I thought that was pretty cool back then.

 


Comment from Dawn
Time: May 30, 2009, 4:09 am

I graduated from high school in 92.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: May 30, 2009, 7:13 am

My God. We used to have that exact same cordless phone. I forget what it was called – Free-something-or-other-100. Except in white. Takes me back to being an awkward teenager. So thanks for that.

 


Comment from Princess Bernie
Time: June 1, 2009, 9:05 am

Just gotta say one thing: ROUS’s (Rodents Of Unusual Size). You sure that’s not the fire swamp up there?

 


Comment from apotheosis
Time: June 1, 2009, 9:31 am

And now: why badgers will only rarely accept the offer of a roll in the hay.

(And,) yes it was freed.

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: June 1, 2009, 9:39 am

Oh my, apotheosis. What a way to witness the badger!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 1, 2009, 3:42 pm

See, that right there is going to make a badger pretty grumpy. Guaranteed.

 


Comment from Machinist
Time: June 1, 2009, 4:34 pm

Uncle B. isn’t into bondage? Are you sure you’re doing it right?

 


Comment from surly ermine
Time: June 5, 2009, 11:19 am

No raccoons eh? I hate those evil bastards. Nothing like pulling down the top bales of straw/hay and being pelted by dried up coon shit. Not to mention what they do when they climb inside the walls of your house. On the brighter side, I do likes shootin’ ’em.

 

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