I'd moved to Virginia from Maryland, last summer. I'm very happy were I am now, and didn't care for PG county maryland at all.
Back in March, with the expected arival of my daughter in mind, my wife and I moved to a bigger apartment in the same complex. Everything was cool from March, until MT showed up for a visit.
We were sitting out on my front porch, driniking a beer and grilling chicken, when MT says "dude, I just saw a rat" Now, I've lived in this complex for a year, and I've lived in this apartment for 3 months. So I'm not buying it. I says to MT, I says: It wasn't a rat, it was a squirrel. And MT is all like "Yeah, sure a skinny tailed squirrel" and some I'm all like "dude, it was a SQUIRREL"
But as it turns out, it was a rat. And there is a metric **** ton of them living near my appartment. It's like living on the set of "Ben" or "Willard" **** its giving me the heebbie jeebies just thinkning about all those little bastards.
-Sik