Last week I walked through my front door and realized there was poop on my pumpkin. I hesitate to write about this because I hate to leave my readers with the impression that my home is full of vermin, but apparently, my home IS full of vermin.
I made my usual trek to the hardware store and purchased rat traps, spread them around my doorstep, and waited. Days passed and nothing happened.
I cleaned up the droppings, repositioned the traps, and continued to wait. Each day a little more poop appeared.
When my husband got home from work, I said, “Honey, there is more poop on my pumpkin.”
It is not always easy being married to me. Tim tilted his head to one side, wrinkled his brow, and said, “Whaaaat?”
I explained the pumpkin poop, ledge poop, rodent traps and led him to the porch for a full evaluation.
He looked up and down, up and down. “You aren’t catching any rats ‘cause this is not rat poop.”
My eyes widened. “What kinda poop is it?”
“You are telling me an iguana left this poop?”
I have already admitted that it is not always easy being married to me. “Honey,” Tim said slowly. “It’s bat pooh. There is a bat living in our rafters.”
Holly Guano! I ran to the computer and searched health risks + guano and apparently bat poop can carry histoplasmosis which Microsoft Word doesn’t even recognize as a real word. Apparently one can “lose an eye or a lung” to this infection.
I’m screwed. I have been sweeping up bat guano for days. My left eye feels very twitchy and this morning at spin class my breathing was severely labored.