Once we checked out of the hotel, we dragged our sleepy booties out the door only to find the boys waiting for us, equally exhausted. It turned out, the rat was having a family reunion at the cabin and it would need to be treated, humanely our father promised. So much for our weekend at the cabin. Milo was excited to see me after a night of rat chasing and jumped into my arms. Joy wasn’t far behind, and I ended up on my butt in the middle of the parking lot.
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