Okay already, I’m back. For all you slave drivers who have emailed me wondering where I was on this blog, I’ll have you know I have been a tad busy. I took the above picture of my weekend workshop to prove it. I was gone for over a week to visit my dad in Alabama for Thanksgiving(see my last post AGES AGO, ya-right). I got home very late on Tuesday night, taught my regular classes all day Wednesday, had Thursday to get ready for the flower painting workshop. Friday and Saturday for the actual workshop *heavy panting*.
Yesterday, Sunday, was spent doing a ton of french homework (yes, I am sticking with it to the bitter end) and recovering from a headache brought on by the stress of it all. Okay, it was complicated by the fact that we have had a rat loose in our attic. Could be an army of them. They are all smart enough to know that traps will kill them. At first I thought maybe they didn’t like the reduced fat peanut butter, so I went and got regular Skippy. Freakin’ foody rats is what they are. Nothing. Empty traps. And a LOT of noise going on up above with Peach the rat tracking dog, literally trying to climb the walls to get to them. We have big rats in California, and it sounds like they’re moving furniture up there.
And here is how I discovered the presence of the vermin. We had just finished watching a horror flick on Thursday night (the night before my workshop which I was very stressed out about, and probaby should have watched the Sound of freaking Music instead) and I got up to tinkle. I was in the act of relieving myself, when all of a sudden, directly above my head, came great scratching sounds (similar to the sounds from the horror flick). There is a vent in the ceiling directly over the toilet, and I assure you, that in my mind’s eye, something horrible was about to burst through the open vent. It’s not easy to run (screaming) with pants around your knees, but possible. I know it surprised my family. (Kind of reminded me of the time the tree frog was in the bathroom stall with me. Why me?) I later discovered that my husband had been trying to catch the rat(s) the whole time I was gone but did not want to tell me. I assured him that that was probably NOT the best approach unless he had caught the damn thing.
Today I think I’ll try freshly ground peanut butter with honey roasted peanuts from Whole Foods.