Pest Control

A while back we had a rat in our house. It came in through an opening or forgotten hatch, a weakness in the foundation. A place that offered an opportunity to let in this unwanted guest. The rat moved about the house, seen only a few times. Then it was found in a bedroom and the landlord was called. This rat had made itself at home within our own comfortable little space, it never asked to share. It just came in and took it. For this it was killed and sent into the next life, just another dance to take in the universe. We never missed it or regretted the loss of life. We were happy to see it leave, upset that it was ever there to begin with.

Another thing happened similar to the rat. Just the same sneaking about to find a weakened place in the foundation. The same stealing action and declaration of entitlement. There were tears and a broken heart, but the landlord can't be called to take of this mess. Not this time. It won't be as easy because though it happened unexpectedly and without an invitation, I was happy about the way it happened. Then I had to begin the journey to sadness and back again, which can take quite a bit of time and isn't always easy.

I can choose to be happy though. I can see this as just another part of the dance and lean into it, because just after this will be the fun part. I can dwell on how much I miss the lightness of what turned so heavy, or I can laugh and learn a little bit more. There's a ton of other stuff to be happy about anyway.

So today as the city turns dead quiet with more snow I can smile and be happy because I'm having adventures and can turn the most painful things into a story told through bouts of laughter with friends in the kitchen at a house party.

I thought of sealing the foundation a bit more and maybe building another wall to keep them all out, but where would the fun be? The disasters are always more fun to tell, otherwise it gets boring oh too quick.