I love being in the
kitchen at Christmas. Though we didn't slow down too much in home school, It is
my time to bake and bake and enjoy the non-rush of getting food on the table and making fun sweets and breads to give away.
The morning of our
larger foreign Christmas gathering (which means 3 families instead of 2), I was
preparing. My contribution was BBQ wings (I bring this every year and the kids
love it), Challah bread, and chocolate éclair cake (confession: I accidentally
bought low fat graham crackers in the States, blech. No one would eat them. I
also accidentally bought sugar free vanilla pudding in Thailand. I threw all
this in this dessert and it turned out fine!).
While in the kitchen
all morning I kept hearing noises in the air vent above our gas stove. I
mentioned it to David and others and at first no one heard anything. The joke
was on 'momma going mad' in the kitchen. Our helper then arrived to help me for
just a few hours.
By then everyone
knew there was a rat in the vent. It was loud, probably hungry and sounded
large. I was so disgusted and just did not want him to fall into anything I had
going on on the stove. David, my rodent fighting hero, tried to get the apt
office to help. They shrugged him off. (last time the guard came with his
taser). David ran out and bought the sticky traps. If you have never worked with these
things be thankful. Some chemical genius invented the stickiest substance known to man. David undid the top part of our vent that touches the
ceiling and rigged the sticky trap at the top so that the rat could
climb up and get stuck on it.
It sounded like it
was getting closer to being stuck down in the actual vent part, not the pipe. I
had no real hopes that he would climb upwards to his demise. He sounded
pathetic but I had no compassion. He was about to ruin my Christmas party
cooking.
To add to its
troubles my helper says that on Friday while cooking she heard a noise in
there. This guy has been in there 3 days now. Ugh and gross.
We go about our
business. I am in my room getting ready, David is outside with the dog when our
helper calls out in her minority language: 'older brother! Older brother!'
(David), 'it’s a bird, it’s a bird!' Now, I did study minority language a little after
studying Chinese. And I don't remember a ton. But when she kept saying that
word, the picture of the bird on the page when I studied kept coming to my
mind. I knew she wasn't saying rat, and I was almost certain she was saying
bird. I couldn't go out there, but they switched to Chinese. And the poor bird
(now that it is not a rat we can use the pitying language) was quite stuck.
I did not see any of
this but David took him outside, after much trial (because you can't touch the trap or you will have no skin) got him un-stuck . He then stumbled/fell over into the mulchy leafy part of our front yard. It was then that David
realized this was someone's carrier pigeon. The office did come to help and
put the pitiful bird in a box. We were quite sure it would not fly again. But
who knows. All we know is that it was in our vent for about 3 days, fell down
from the roof, must have been starving, and was very big to be in our vent.
You can't make this
stuff up. What an eventful Christmas Party Prep we had.
I detail this all
here to help us remember the 'dove' that came to our house at Christmas….
and here it is with grass and leaves stuck all over his back.