If I were to summarize 2010 in two words, it'd be Rat Shit. Mostly because on Tuesday night I cleaned up a bunch of it from behind the fridge. Poncho is still investigating the back of the fridge, so I pulled it out again - to find more rat shit.
I really do thrive on my independence - that boost of self-esteem you get when you take care of things like installing new locks, driving across the country, running a long distance. But then there are moments like this - when rat shit appears behind the fridge. I would really like someone to come clean it. I want someone to come find the shit producer and dispose of it. I want someone to just take care of it so I don't have to. Because for once, I really don't want to. i want the dogs to kill it and take it outside. I want life to go back to how it was before all this rat shit appeared.
The rat shit that is the tornado. The rat shit that is the break-in. The rat shit that is four people dead after two shootings in one week.
But like in times past, I'll roll up my sleeves and clean up the rat shit. But for once, just once, I wish I didn't have to do it alone! :(