In the long run, I won't regret this

[ritaxis]

I had a flash of brilliance and decided there were probably rat turds behind the refrigerator.  There were: and in the motor compartment too.  I donned a carpenter's dusk mask and latex gloves and had at it.  For an hour, I vacuumed and scrubbed and dug and . . . I guess it's clean.  The floor and walls are, and everything I can reach in the refrigerator is.  But I suspect they're nesting in there.  I've patched up the hole in the back plate -- not severely, but enough so I will be able to tell if it gets breached.

Currently, my skin is tingling, my lungs are kind of whimpering, and I have a weird taste in my mouth.  But after I dump the trash outside and I get someone else to clean out the vacuum cleaner and wash the clothes I was wearing, there will be a lot less rat epithelial toxin in my environment.

I asked Tom the Wonder Carpenter (My Favorite Archaeologist) about more effective ways to kill rats and he had nothing but warfarin to offer . . . not using warfarin, because that results in rat corpses in the walls or under the house, which does not get rid of the epithelial cells at all. Have I shared my deep suspicion that my lack of focus, energy, ambition, memory, or any character at all is partly due to the rats?

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[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I've read the piece and I think it has a couple of pointers I can use.