• Mood: ambivalent
• Music: Be Vewwy Quiet

Mena's Mom, Episode 2 - Revenge of the Rats

Most of the day went OK.  Went on up to beautiful East Palo Alto for another visit with Mena's mom, Mena's sister Nellie, and Mena's son Sam.  I of course got tapped to somehow rescue a PC that had been donated because it had ceased to boot properly.  The joys of computer literacy.

Otherwise, just hung out, watched some movies (I would not recomment Mansquito to anyone), had some OK chow mein, then headed home.

Not too long after I got here, stormmonkey came home and blew up.  I opted for the "cower in your room" strategy that has served me so well in the past.  Simply act like you're not here, don't answer the phone, and wait for it to blow over...

As to why, well, a few days ago I noticed the ugly, smelly, messy, unpleasant, putrid...  Let me restart.  A few days ago, I noticed the giant rat cage had disappeared from the living room.  I figured Rachell had moved it out.  It turns out that, no, Rachell had originally decided without asking to move it into the living room, and "She" had decided without asking to move it instead onto the back porch.

Now, I've known about this for a day or so, so I can't claim innocence in the situation.  I do feel bad for the poor little verm.. uh, furry things.  And it was a heartless thing for "She" to do.  But I can't help but feel a certain sense of karma at work.

We'll see what I'll have to say about karma when I survey the latest damage in the morning.

Needless to say I can't wait for both of them to be GONE.