Back in PA...Awww, Rats!

Awww Rats, we're back in PA. Or is it, Ahhh, rats. No, how bout, "Oh rats!! We're home! And we're going to annihilate you!!!!"

So we're back in the booming metropolis of Simpson, and much to our surprise we found rat turds all over our kitchen counters. They went after our chocoloate, so we're going after their lives. It's a fair trade, right? We washed four loads of dishes and three loads of laundry trying to clean the dishes and towels, blankets, and other cloth stuff that they stepped or pooped on. Friggin rats. We even called the Truelsons and asked them to send Monster, the animal killing cat with no claws who allows Luke to abuse him. I think Monster has even killed a grizzly bear, but that could have just been an ugly mutant rodent. Regardless, I was so upset yesterday that I, Matthew T. T. Howell, asked Anastasia to get Monster back here to kill the rats. I was so disgusted by the turds behind my wine rack that I was even willing to let Monster live IN THE HOUSE while he played Tom & Jerry but with much better results. Yes, live in the house. That was the point I was at.

Until our neighbor's gave us a pack of 6 sticky rat traps. Now, they'll just jump in the goo, get stuck, and suffer a terrible, horrible, slow and painful death. I figure this way they'll have time to repent when they realize they are close to death. See, I'm a merciful exterminator. You never heard that from Stalin, though (who, by the way, was kicked out of seminary for reading pornography).

Anyhoo, Anastasia is heading to a soiret next door (long commute--two feet to the neighbor's door), and Luke and I are hosting Men's night with Dn. Joel, Liam, Daniel Meyer, and his girl Nonna. Yeah, some men's night. At least Nonna like's to play with cars.

Gotta go.
We'll be posting more often now. Sorry about the 19 day layoff. Well, not really. It was a nice break.

Hasta.

--MH