it's a rat or a squirrel skeleton, one - because as you can see it's hanging from its tail.
this is the head of the rat/squirrel skeleton that fell off the body and that i accidentally stepped on with a sickening crunch as i quickly climbed down from my ladder:
at this point, i am near tears at the foulness that i am dealing with, and i tell anthony that i don't want to do this anymore and ask if he can finish, and he just laughs and says, "you have to finish!" jerk.
that thing did not want to come down, and i didn't want to get remotely close to it, so i'm blindly using a crowbar to try to shake it down from the top of the closet while the rest of my body is outside of the closet, and finally it falls with a shower of insulation...
sick.
so, if any of anthony's friends or coworkers are reading this, please tell him he's a bad husband and call him a girl (or something similar and more imaginative), because he's always doing this to me - making me kill spiders or palmetto bugs...
moving on...
this weekend we also began taking down the plaster and lath from the one room that still has the original plaster...
and anthony also pulled off some more of the aluminum siding from the front of the house...
good stuff.
i don't even want to think about the possibility of other carcasses in the attic...
1 comment:
NASTY!
To retaliate...make Anthony do all the work UNDER the house in the crawlspace.
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