Before going to bed on Wednesday evening I could hear squeaking under the tiled floor. In the past rats had burrowed through the soil it stands on. In one place is a hole that I have put poison down before and we had stuffed it with plastic bags. Now I could here squeaking and see moving plastic. I bashed into the hole a few times with the end of a baseball bat and stuffed more bags down the hole. I didn't want to open it up then in case loads of baby rats came flying into the room. The noises stopped so I put a heavy weight on the hole and went to bed. In the morning I looked properly and there was lots of plastic shreded to make a nest and one solitary baby rat, hairless and with its eyes closed. I used tongs to get it out, it was still alive and squeaked a couple of times. Now came the dillema what to do with it. I hate bashing creatures on the head to kill them, especially such tiny ones. It was looking so helpless that my instinct as a mother was to get a pipette and feed it milk. It may have been a rat but it was still a baby! I hate rats and really wouldn't want one as a pet. From a distance they can look great when they have glossy coats but they cause us problems and are a health risk, our neighbours son nearly died from Wiels disease a couple of years ago. So I just put the baby rat out in the hedge where it would either die a natural death or a predator would find it.
Yesterday morning Eben decided to wear a dress of Flos because it was blue and he likes blue. He didn't keep it on for long as it was too long so was soon back in his Taz top. Our friend Florence came over with her two boys and we all went running together, including Griff with Gwilym in the push chair.
Today we took our neighbour shopping and both Flo and Eben were on a sugar mission and persuaded her to buy them cake and sweets in the supermarket then even before tasting them went into silly mood and behaved as if they had never eaten in their lifes. We then went and had a drink with Robert and his son and family and ate loads of shrimps.
Gwilym wants to walk, he is only nine months old but is trying to pull himself up already. Yesterday I saw him with feet flat on the floor legs straight, bum in the air and nose to the ground. He just wants to get on and play with the other two. They are creating a scary party upstairs in their room at the momment and have made spiders and webs out of pipe cleaners. I've just heard Flo tell Eben of for playing as it's tidy up time at the momment. Its great they have great big boxes for toys now that they can't tip over so its easy for clearing things into and once the things are in they can't find them again so less stuff gets spread around the floor. They don't really stand much chance with me as their clearing up roll model!
We found out a bit more about why one of our neighbours hit another with a bottle at the pig party, it was because the one who was hit rents some fields from the other and hadn't cut the hedges. Serge is obsessed with hedge cutting and gets at us each year about cutting ours. He always cuts at the wrong time and has more brambles than hedge. It seems a shame to do something that makes you feel as bad as this has done just over a few hedges though. Our other neighbours Maurice and Jacqueline will be staying longer than expected though because she fell over and sprained her ankle whilst mushrooming, ordinarily she wouldn't have gone but he had a swollen foot from gout and she insisted on going with him as he was handicapped and now she is the one on crutches!
Flo and Ebens game is degrading, I can hear her saying she'll take back the Scooby Doo toy she has given him and he won't be able to come to the party, followed soon after with, 'you're not coming to the party, you're not coming to the party, you're not coming to the party! We'll get them out cycling between the rain showers I think.
At the scary party Eben was a dragon and Flo was a witch and we had pumpkin soup and pie. Eben won't believe that if he swallows the small toy he is sucking that he could die because he didn't see any dragons die in Goblet of Fire. Theres logic for you.
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