Mortified

We have a clean house. We live in a nice area. We have a nice yard, not too big, not too small. But we live in the country and I guess that's where rats live too. They know how to make their way into our crawl space under our house. My husband put rat poison out and they took the bait. The only problem is they were in the crawl space when they died. Whether they ate it in the crawl space or ate it outside and then got into the crawl space, who knows. But regardless these things keep dieing in our crawl space and the smell of them is more than one person, let alone 2 adults and one child should have to bare. Maybe my nose is just too sensitive and it's really not as noticable as I think it is. But to me it's awful. We found one body, and the smell went away, but now the smell is back and my husband has looked in the crawl space numerous times and can't find another dead rat carcass.

I am mortified. I don't want people at our house until it's gone. I guess someone could possibly mistake the smell of the decaying rat for the kitty litter box, and I'm constantly now burning candles which do a pretty good job of covering the smell. I suppose the decaying bodies will disintegrate eventually, right? So there's that! But until then I am left to smell that nasty thing.

I hate that we have a rat problem. We do not live in the ghetto in the middle of a city...why are they taking refuge in our house? It's so frustrating and it's mortifying to even think about them. Arggghhhhh!!!