Jingle Bells, Rat Man Smells

Here it is, folks. The picture you've all been waiting for. Foaming at the bit, I'm sure.
This is our new home.

Yesterday someone knocked on the door and Alexa ran to the window to see who it was.
"Jingle Bells is here, mama!" Jingle Bells? I was thinking maybe someone with a beard that looked like Santa. Nope.

It was Isabel, the landscaper. (Yes, HIS name is Isabel...same as our friend's daughter). His name is pronounced like EEEsabel. We wisely paid him $150 to clean up the yard. Being vacant for two years, it was in pretty bad shape. We had no idea there was an ugly little planting bed in the front yard (complete with plastic garden turtles and all!) until he pulled out the HUGE ugly grass-bush things from the front.

After Jingle Bells was paid, he said, "Now you wont have any more critters living in your yard." Critters?
Yep, he found a rat living in the bush. EWWWW!!!
"Don't worry, ma'am. I put it in our toilet and we will get rid of it for you."

Sadly, that didn't make me feel much better about the whole rat thing.