Little Creatures

Which one do you want to hear about first?

On the top is a reasonable facsimile of what we have establishing a thriving economy in our attic insulation. All the evidence points to a booming business in rat-sized hob-nailed boots. They're all wearing them. And having parties at night. The exterminator who came out today is offering to spray fox urine in our attic to chase them away, and then seal the house with lots of metal to keep them from returning. Nobody has to die, isn't that cool? He also wants $2500. Personally, I have no issues with sharing my home with rats, as long as they stay in the attic (which we all know is a laughable dream) and don't ruin our insulation or chew our wires. So they have to find a new home. It's cold outside, poor things, but I'm certain they'll find solace in the crawlspace of some unsuspecting homeowner nearby.

On the right is, well. . . hmmmm. Not the usual pose one strikes when visiting museums in New York, is it? She's got her own drummer who follows her around, this one. While on a recent visit to Build A Bear to purchase a new outfit for Rina, she picked out a Hello Kitty rock 'n' roll top and some black and gold leggings. When I initially balked at buying Rina a red guitar, Zoe told me, "But Mommy! She wants to ROCK!" And as we all know, ROCKING is impossible without a guitar. I'm a total sucker.