Friday, December 11, 2009

Living With Nature

As a kid, we didn't have fancy vacations.

My Old Man bought a 1969 Thunderbird Trailer (build to sleep like 4, maybe 6--there were 8 of us) and that's what we would tool around in camping around Alaska.

We were one with nature.

Dr. Mad Scientist and I even went camping the weekend we got engaged. Such er, romance that weekend sleeping in the tent.

Now, we are one with nature in our apartment.

On Wednesday night at about 9:30 p.m., I was sitting at the computer and Dr. Mad Scientist was stretched out on the couch. The nightly scratching of the squirrels living in the ceiling started.

It seemed particularly loud that night--and suddenly, the hole in the ceiling above the couch that leaks every time it rains doubled in size and it rained down grass and twigs onto Dr. Mad Scientist.

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He jumped up, the brown cat went running and I screamed (not a girly Psycho-shower-scene scream though, a very respectable low-pitched scream). I nearly started beating Springs (the brown cat) as he ran off thinking he was a squirrel that had come through the ceiling.

Sorry Springs.

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Still shaking, I called Zorba the Landlord and got Nurse Lady instead because he was asleep.

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Yesterday she came up to survey the damage (we have a 2X4 propped up keeping the main chunk in place and prevent further rodentia from walking over/popping thru the hole).

Today the handyman came to survey the damage as well.

He agreed it was squirrels.

Which is a HUGE improvement over the "exterminator" that Zorba had come out a few months back. He declared that it was "probably mice" and then set a few spider glue traps behind the fridge--the opposite end of the house from the squirrel ceiling.

So we'll see how this plays out.

Handyman found an open window in the attic (nice!) and closed it. Maybe that will help.

Next week he'll be by to patch the ceiling.

In the meantime I'm surfing craigslist for listings. This is bunk. If I wanted to live with nature I'd buy a 1969 Thunderbird trailer or pitch a tent in the backyard.

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12 Comments:

Blogger Nicole said...

Let Zorba try to rent it out to someone who wouldn't mind a hole in the ceiling with pop-in squirrels, good luck with that Zorba.

I'm impressed that you low-pitched scream, mine would've been full on psycho.

9:27 PM  
Blogger Kathy Kathy Kathy said...

Low-pitched screams are always respectable. I'm sure it was spectacular. Otherwise the squirrels will laugh right at you.

10:25 PM  
Blogger janna said...

Sometimes you just have to find the right handy man - maybe he can convince Zorba to fix the other problems, too..

And poor Springs! ;-)

10:47 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

How crazy! I don't blame you for moving - sounds like you've had to put up with too much already!

I hate when people buy rental property, and then act like it's a burden for them to fix anything. If a person is going to own a rental property, then they ought to have some savings set aside for repairs as they're needed.

It makes me wonder what Zorba has been doing all this time with any profit he's making off your rent after he pays the mortgage.

11:20 PM  
Blogger Zonda said...

Geesh!! Hoping you can find something else soon!

11:22 PM  
Blogger IrishgirlieKnits said...

OMG! Seriously Zorba?! Yeah, I don't think you want to be that one with nature...

good luck on the search...

12:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Holy Cow! What is that in the bucket? It looks like a dead Baby Circle. That is worse than the last pictures you took. Looks like the hole is getting bigger. Good luck. Love, Mom

1:41 AM  
Blogger Coco, not as in Chanel :) said...

Yes, you can find something better. For crying out loud, you guys need a safer home. And to know that if someone would have just closed the darn window....hey did you give it any thought that your house may even stay a bit warmer since the freaking window is closed upstair which hopefully contains some insulation? I hate to say this, but it sounds like your landlord needs to give it up and move into an nursing facility.

Oh, and when something scares the crap on a stick out of me, I scream like a crazed woman baybee!

Hang in there!

4:43 AM  
Blogger Erin said...

Definitely not cool. I'd be searching the listings too.

7:13 AM  
Blogger Crafty Christina said...

Whoa, that is CRAZY! We haven't had an exterminator over yet, or I'd give you the name. But it looks like its too late for that anyway.

I hope you find something in your area that is better maintained than what Zorba's got going on.

I would have psycho screamed and probably cried too.

7:58 AM  
Blogger DPUTiger said...

::shudder:: Go, you. Zorba deserves to have that place empty for a while after you guys have been so tolerant for so long.

7:14 PM  
Blogger Ina said...

So. Not. Right. Good luck with your search.

9:51 AM  

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