GOOD MORNING CHURCH!
Fr. Justin, our parochial vicar, just informed me in the sacristy as he was vesting for the 7:45 AM Mass, that a little tray of "Decon" rat poison which we had left outside his bedroom next to our linen closet since the last round of five huge rats invaded the rectory in May of last year, one sticking around until October, had been tampered with.
We had seen minor evidence of the return of one of these rectory rats on April Fools Day and I thought Fr. Justin was the prankster! No such luck.
Almost as a divining rod within the Psyche of my post-traumatic stress syndrome that I still have about rats in the rectory, I was guided to our upstairs living room. I just stood there and looked about and by the side of the couch I noticed in the dim light a dark object. I went closer and sure enough it was a rat in a trap that we've had up there since last summer and which I didn't know was still there! And sure enough, unlike the genius rat we killed in October, not too far from this trap, a rat, although a bit smaller than the the genius one, had fell for the trap and placed his head in it for a morsel of food. He must have been delirious from eating the decon a few moments earlier!
Now the question for my current traumatic stress syndrome on top of my post traumatic rat stress syndrome is, how the hell did this critter get into the house and are there more??????? What kind of cross is this? You have no idea what this does to me at night when I am in bed!
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