Okay, I suppose I can tell you now about the apocalyptic signs around the house last month--enough time has passed that I no longer shudder when I think about it.
So over the winter, (I think I mentioned this earlier) we had some rats or something living up in the attic. At Christmas, Ryan installed a humane rat-catcher up there, which caught approximately ONE rat, who Zoe named Mimi. Mimi was released into the wild. Well, I guess Mimi's relatives caught wind of the incident, and nobody else took the bait (pun totally intended.) So without saying anything to ME about it for obvious reasons, Zach then purchased and put out poison, which did the trick.
It did the trick so well, in fact, that pretty soon, we started smelling these weird, stinky, meaty smells in the bedroom, the master bath, then the kitchen and finally faintly throughout the whole house. Dead things in the attic or crawlspace. Ew. But I could live with it, because it soon started to dissipate. However, things then took a turn to the darkside.
One morning, I went into the master bath. We have a long counter with two sinks. I was preparing to brush my teeth when I look down and see what I think is a dead grub on the floor. Upon closer examination, I find a dead MAGGOT on the floor. Again, ew. Then, I find a total of seven LIVING maggots frantically lurching across my floor. I scooped them all up with something and threw them away before I staggered away under the weight of an enormous ICK-factor. We determined that they were falling OUT OF THE VENT ABOVE MY SINK!
If maggots falling from the sky aren't a sign of the apocalypse, they should be.
Also, one of the Assorted Grandparents is actually Moe. Just who is who changes each time you ask, except for herself, Zach and me. I just thought it was cool I'm the biggest one. Either I'm pretty important to her or she just thinks I'm the fattest.
