So I was right. The rat trap really did catch the rat last week. Poor rat, I know, I know, he's dead. I feel really bad about it, but now I feel even worse, because the dead rat crawled in between my walls and died, and now my apartment smells of dead, vile, rotting rat. I really wish I was kidding. I wish this was a Valentine's Day joke, like haha, it's Valentine's Fools!!! But there is no joke here, except on me.
I boarded up the little door where the smell was coming from, because it's not like my landlord wanted to help me with this whole thing or anything. Here's a picture The Boyfriend took of me putting on gloves and wearing my "Odor Reducing Mask" before I went over to the rat-infested area.
I sprayed that citrus mist air freshener stuff all over the apartment. And all the windows are open. And I think I'm going to do some baking/cooking tonight to help. But over all, I'm so sad my apartment smells like a dead rat that I want to crawl into my bed, pull the covers over my head, and cry.
Making me feel better is the fact that I had a great weekend with The Boyfriend. He's amazing. We carried out all of our V-day plans like champs until I knew it was time to come back to the rat-infested apartment. I'm now eating pudding and watching Tivo-ed episodes of Ugly Betty in my cozy pants.
I hope you all had a great weekend, filled with flowers, candy and cozy pants, and hopefully not filled with rotting rats.