Did I mention the rats? Did I mention how I really don't like the fact that they leave poop all over my kitchen counter? I know I live in the city. I know I live in a house that is over 100 years old. I also know that coexisting with creatures is a fact of life in my neighborhood. I also know that coming into my bathroom and finding a dead rat in my toilet is beyond the bounds of sharing!
Luckily, it was Taylor who found the floater and it was not in the middle of the night - the imagination boggles! Not lucky for Taylor, but lucky for me because I use that bathroom. In the middle of the night. Without turning lights on. And I flush. Again the possibilities boggle the imagination.
I'd post pictures, but Taylor drew the line. He did step up and help me retrieve and dispose of the intruder but we were both gagging most of the way.
Brian is still in San Diego. We are all still trying to decide the breakeven point between the gross factor and the "it makes a great story" factor.
More later...