The Rat. Part Trois.

WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS.

I can't fucking take it.

I mean, I can, but what in the fuck.

This is the year of the Rat.

Again. 

I've mentioned it before. 

And then again.

And here we are.

Let me back up.

Over the weekend, I stopped at our local feed store to pick up chicken and dog food. I saw that they had some bully sticks on sale. For those who don't know, they are made out of bull penis. Yep. You read that right. Bull. Penis. Penis. LOL. It's organic, easy to digest, and doesn't get caught in their throats, like rawhide.

I also stopped and got a car wash.

I went home and parked in the garage. I just paid $14 for a car wash and didn't want to get rained on.

That's what garages are for, right?

I got in my car Monday to drive to work.

Immediately noticed a funky smell. And, since it was chilly out, the heat was already on auto and I got blasted in the mouth face with the disgusting funk.

Realized I had left the bully sticks in my truck overnight and attributed the odor to that.

Ha.

Welp, after work, the smell was worse. Much worse. 

I realized there must be a dead animal somewhere stuck in my truck.

So I call Steve and told him. He reminded me of our rodent issue.

I left to run an errand during lunch and yep. Dead animal.

Now, mind you, my truck (black) has been sitting in the parking lot of my work while the temperature grazes 80 degrees.

To top it off, I had left my windows open, to try to "air it out" - BAD IDEA, PEOPLE.

BAD IDEA.

My truck was filled with flies.

Ohmygodthisissofuckinggross.

I open all the windows and moonroof and just get home as fast as I can. It just cannot get any worse.

Anyway.

My husband is my hero. Once again.

We thought perhaps it was a mouse.

Nope. It was this.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

Steve started to look for it, followed the flies (gross!) and started to dismantle my glovebox.

He was back/on top of my cabin filter

Steve pulled it out....

I was dry-heaving the entire time taking these photos

Ugh, can you see the tail? Gross!

NOPE.

And he fell. 

People. I was driving around for 2 days with a dead RAT in or near my glovebox. Like 10 inches from my body. Like, what if that motherfucker jumped out onto my LAP???? OMG. My heart is racing just thinking about it.

I am absolutely horrified. 

This country shit is crazy.