Our First Carcass
Here for your viewing pleasure is the skeleton and clinging gray fur of a dead rat found in our bathroom wall:
And oh look, here's another rat photo. I was zooming in on this photo on my camera's LCD screen when I saw that disgusting ratty head and his horrible little claws and realized that was no animal nest but an actual dead animal. YICK!
Our friend Ken had the good fortune of extracting this creature from the sill inside the top of the wall. You know you have a good friend when he picks up a rat skeleton with his bare hand and, after realizing what that thing actually is, still stays on to help you finish wiring.
And yes, that word I just said - wiring - it's not just an illusion, folks. That really happened this weekend. Our bathroom now has three electrical outlets (as opposed to the none it had before) and a 3-switch box to control the vanity light, overhead light and closet light.
More to come on that later.
For now, I guess the rat solves one mystery. Long long ago in the early days of our residence at the 1902 Victorian, there was a mysterious, unpleasant smell in our bedroom. We could never pinpoint its cause or even the exact location it emanated from, but it seemed to be slightly stronger near our closet wall.
Our ratty comrade was found on the opposite side of the bathroom from our bedroom, so most likely he was dead and skeletonized before we ever arrived on the scene. But it's pretty clear that one of his associates must've died in our bedroom wall.
I'm so psyched to find him when we tear down the closet. You better believe I'll be wearing gloves.