Goodbye Mr. Nice Guy

Sometimes you'd think we live in the country even though we're just 10 minutes outside of downtown Chicago. Possums sneak around at night. Racoons perch in the cottonwood tree. And rats tunnel under our brick sidewalk, scurry their way into our garage, gnawing through the frame, to eat bird seed. Little fuckers.

So today, I sprayed more foam to close the spaces they've created along the garage's foundation. I relocated the bird seed. And I've set a few traps with bit of cheese to snap their little heads off. And to ensure I no longer have to deal with the little fuckers, I've asked our Orkin man, AJ, to make an appearance this week so spread some poison. I'm done playing Mr. Nice Guy.