Well, I think your uterus is probably in better shape than the crib. Do both your gates open? Just say the word, but consider also that I have no storage and it is likely that time and weather will determine if this crib is useful every again, your uterus or no.
Meanwhile, the rat guys have just left. They're not really The Ray Guys, but the guys in charge of sealing off every possible entrance and exit that a rat might use to inhabit new chez moi. The Rat Guy himself is fascinating-- a young Indiana Jones type, who travels from house to house trapping unwanted pe(s)ts (ever noticed there is only one letter difference there? me neither) SO now they are gone after a whole day of hammering and nail gunning and pouring concrete and yanking up planks, and telling me about their kids and their respective (sometime single) parenthoods. They all play in bands, and the had to leave promptly at 5:30 to make it to thier gig, which is in some Harley bar in Phlugerville. I was like a welfare rat job,you know, because the landlady wouldn't pay, so I scraped up what I could and said 'Do what you can with this' and bless their hearts, they went all out for the kids sake. Really swell blokes, all the rat guys, and the main rat guy even panicked once when he wasn't sure where Sophie was.
God bless the rat guys.
