I have just set up breakfast for the kids when I aimlessly throw an eye through the window and catch sight of it terrible. A thick rat moves from our porch, along with garageväggen and disappears around the corner.
I throw myself instinctively down on the floor. In the protection of the kitchen table, I send emergency text messages to my husband, who has sleep in.
and I crawl from my hiding place in order to assure her that I have everything under control. It turns out, however, that she does not care, she just wants me to scale today's tenth clementin. Because my brain is fully set up on disaster management, I make a fatal mistake.
I share clementinen.
in the two acute situations. Potential råttinvasion and rosenrasande two-year-old that requires me to put together clementinen again.
Bribing her with a lollipop at the same time as I googled ”get rid of the rats”. Learn that a rat only needs a hole the size of a quarter in order to be able to enter in my house, and the disgusting small animals ”can jump a meter without having to take the sats”.
if city hall Jonas Naddebo (C) that would kill the Stockholm rats with a guillotine but then went and became kulturborgarråd and apparently got another for himself.
draw the cat with the ham and throws resolutely her out in front of her that she should do something useful. The cat will be offended. She stands on the outside of the front door and screaming. On the inside is tvååringen and femåringen and crying over that I've tossed out their cat. Forced to let in the cat.
through the window, and stuck with your eyes on the nyupphängda fågelmaten in a tree. Realize that I, of benevolence to the smaller birds, myself, have invited the enemy into my plot.
the Food must be picked down. But I can't go out without risking tripping over a rat.
My husband's sleep is the end of the year.
Emma Bouvin is a reporter at Today's News and wish you all a very merry christmas