Rats!

Yes, rats.

Eww.

Cocker Spaniels must be bred for hunting.  Angel kept getting up last night, jumping off the bed and running to the kitchen.  Then running back and settling on the bed, only to jump up again a few minutes later.

So, we go see what she's checking out.  She runs to the kitchen.  She sniffs along the undersides of the floor cabinets, and sniffs by the dryer, and sniffs a lot by the washing machine.

I shake a box that sits next to the washing machine, thinking she saw a wood roach and chased it between the wall, the box, and the washer.  Nothing happens.  I go back to bed.

She goes back to bed.

Then she jumps back down and goes back there again.  I try to sleep.  Arthur gets up to check it out.  He finds a rat pellet on TOP of the washing machine.

EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.

He moves the box between the washer and the wall.  More rat pellets.  EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeew.

He looks behind the washer.  HUGE holes in the floor around the water pipes and the drain pipe.  When I say huge, I mean big enough for a cat to fit through.

So, after freaking out, at 3:30 in the morning, I try to go back to bed, so I can get to work in the morning.  Yeah.  That's a good one.

Arthur spent the rest of the morning moving the washer so he could get to the holes.  After I went to work, he put two plywood boards over the holes, snug around the pipes.  As I write, he's painting them with Kilz (water sealer/primer).  Then he's gonna scoot the washer back into place and we can sleep at night once again.

Rats.  Eew.  But at least it wasn't a 'possum!

Or a fat chicken snake.

(shiver)