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We came back to a complete mess. The roof over our bedroom had leaked and the resulting water damage totalled our mattress set and our bedroom chest. The bathroom toilet (circa 1952) needed to be replaced. The cooler had to be cleaned. The roof had to be repaired. Meanwhile, we had to spend time shopping for replacement furniture and prepare for the upcoming school meetings. Well, the stress got to me and, unfortunately, I had to take it out on someone...or something. Here you see me dancing a victory jig over the carcass of a dead pack rat. He took up residence in our washing machine; and after a thorough cleansing I realized I had to kill the monster. And, yes, I did it all in my boxers.