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once again, we caught the rat. and by "we" and "caught" i mean joanna and hale repeatedly smashed and bludgeoned the thing to death with the big street trash can until it screamed its last little rat scream and lay still as a ball of hair and rat fluid, packed in the brown paper bag from whence it came. sadly i wasn't here at the time or else i would have chipped in while vomiting at the horror of it all.

meanwhile, the cool front from this past weekend has continued on and i wake up every morning with a good chill and the sound of birds chirping "my ass is freezing." maybe i should close the window.