More Rodents
This morning I awoke from a restful night spent on the couch in Kari's basement. I went to use the bathroom down there and discovered upon lifting the toilet seat, that I was not alone. A little rat had tried to go for a swim in the toilet and ran into some difficulties. "Are you alright little buddy??" I shouted but got no response. Kari and I took turns giving CPR for the next hour but were unable to revive our little friend. Do you think my rodential dream from a few weeks ago could have been a preminition of this morning's sad events? I just wish I knew when these rodents will stop interrupting my life so I can be at peace again.