So, we all know about the rats and the possible racoons that we have been fighting here. Since before New Years a "wildlife specialist" has been tracking racoons that aren't there. Just as I had assumed all along, they are big fat rats in our crawl space. The guy had not wanted to go down into the crawl space to check what was going on, because he didn't want to get in there with racoons. We have a 30 day thing paid for. It's the 20th... So, Monday he stops by and finally goes into the crawlspace to get a good look. He comes up with good news - just rats - and bad news - the crawl space is flooded. Both sump pumps had quit on us. He said that the water on the North Shore was "up to the top of the foundation of the fireplace about 30 feet across. husband is nonplussed. He figures he'll get around to it. A neighbor who has an in ground pool with an extra pump brought it by last night and got hubby started on the South Lake, which is at the top of our slope and the back of the house. That was very nice of him, it's what neighbors do. We helped him raise the foundation for and put a shell on his back yard sauna, plus have lent him our table saw for the duration. But, still there is the North Shore. I had been smelling a mildewy smell under the dishwasher, and now I know why. husband hasn't even looked. Was the guy saying that it has soaked our sill plate? If so, our house is toast! So, I ask husband last night if he is going to drain it or what? He's going to drain it. OK, when? Soon. He's got five weeks vacation time coming. I explain to him that the wildlife guy needs to be under the house Thursday morning to check the traps and look for points of entry. There's an 8:30 appointment. He has to be able to see if the ground is disturbed. So, tonight at 6 when he should have been off work at 5 I call him. Did he get time off of work? "Well. I suppose I can." I remind him it has to be done before the guy comes to check the crawl space. Which, by the way, husband is too rotund to fit into, so having this young skinny guy crawl into it is a real boon. And, of course, husband eating like we're all going to die of starvation tomorrow so he snores all night and I got 2 hours sleep last night isn't helping. husband calls back to say he has Thursday off. "Great, husband. Do you think you can have the crawl space emptied and dry by 8:30 AM?" "I guess I can try for Wednesday." Tell me this. Whose boss doesn't let you drain your flooded house? What husband is such a nincompoop that he thinks it should wait until next weekend when it's raining Oregon rain and the pump doesn't work and the water's already to to top of the foundation? Sorry ladies, but he's been a PITA all week. And he thinks I'm grumpy about the puppy. NOT!