Made in Richmond

Ross and I were awakened this morning by the unmistakable sound of squirrels scurrying around in the vicinity of our roof. I kept trying to tell myself that they were just *on* the roof, but after listening a little longer my stomach sank at the realization that the disgusting vermin were a little closer to us than that. See, we don’t exactly have an attic, but there is some negative space between our ceiling and the roof that I’m sure is a lovely hiding place for these rats with bushy tails. I knew it was time to investigate.

I took the dogs out a few minutes later and as they were doing their business, I looked up at the corner of the roof where some bitch-ass birds had done some damage last spring. Sure enough, within just a few seconds a squirrel stuck its creepy little face out of a significantly larger hole just in time for me to see him.

Now if this had happened three years ago when we moved into the house, I would have reacted with a combination of vomiting and tears at the thought of what fixing this would involve. But, today I just sighed and trudged back into the house to start the in-law consultation as to what we could do about this problem. Because after the leaking toilets, cracked pipes, $900 water and gas bills, windows that don’t shut, and wonky foundation, I’m really just not surprised by anything anymore.