It happened Saturday.
I was on the phone with my mother, and we were chatting away about my cousin’s baby shower, and the cake I am doing for it, when it happened.
The horror is almost to difficult to bear.
My son came in with my car’s air filter in his hand. I happily went on ignoring him, as I am wont to do when helloooo! I’m on the phone!!! When he finally could not stand it any longer, he nudges me and says “mom, do you know what this gray stuff is?? mom?? ” I give it a cursory glance because helloooo! I’m on the phone, and not only am I on the phone, but I am chatting with my mother about important stuff. Like babies, and cake, and how much $$ I am going to make.
Then the words that I didn’t want to hear, nor was I prepared for, came spewing forth from his mouth. “Mom, you have a rat in your air filter!” Instantly, my conversation didn’t matter anymore. A rat? There is a rat in my air filter? I have been driving a rat around in my vehicle?
After being totally grossed out, all I could think of was how did it get in there? I have cats. It wouldn’t have come from my house. The neighbor has dogs, it wouldn’t have come from there. I know just where it came from. Someone must have sent it to me, and I know just who Applie you are.
I made the boy get all the fluff off my air filter, and please remove that nasty thing from my vehicle, but please before you do, take a picture. Because, let’s face it, it would make a great blog story.
Out he went with a pair of kitchen tongs. The husband just put on some latex gloves and manhandled that nasty thing. Yeah! Atta boy! You show him who’s boss!!!
If you are squeamish, please don’t look any further.
Did I mention nasty? filthy? gross? sick? gag? I just want you, my friends, my readers, my family, those dearest to my heart, to be sure you totally comprehend just how bad it was for me.
I need some chocolate!