For the record, I never thought it actually looked that bad. I sort of liked it all flat and spacious with nice dirt and the dead grass was soft, and it had a sort of rustic look to it. But whatever. It'll look pretty spiffy when it's done.
Some workers started digging up the ground and the dead grass this past week, and my brothers discovered yesterday that the workers had disturbed a couple of rats, which are now running around our backyard holding up cardboard signs and looking for a new home.
My brother Isaac hates rats, and my brother Anthony has a slightly murderous streak in him, so they teamed up to destroy the rats and then to perform satanic rituals over the rats' dead remains. But according to them, the rats are invincible freaks of nature who refuse to die.
Yesterday, Isaac and Anthony found a bit of old firework in the garage. Anthony had an idea, and asked my dad if it would be all right to trap the rats in an old bucket and then blow them up with the firework. My dad has a bad ear, so he didn't hear the part about the firework and said it would be all right. Fortunately though, they didn't manage to trap the rats in the bucket before dinner time. While we were all sitting around the table eating dinner, Anthony explained to us all how he and Isaac were going to blow the rats to kingdom come in the bucket. My ma was slightly horrified and very much pipped, and we all spent the next half-hour discussing whether or not Isaac and Anthony should be allowed to trap the rats in a bucket and blow them up with a firework. In the end, my ma won, so the boys have had to resort to normal rat traps and hiding behind walls armed with shovels.
Anyway, that's my week. Happy Fathers' day!
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