I apologize for the length of this post in advance, but the story simply cannot be told without the necessary back story. So if you will but only indulge me this once…
You see, it all started about 2 years ago, when my beautiful wife and I moved into a brand-spanking new (actually 35-year-old) apartment. We had just joined in ministry at a growing church in Central Florida and all things were going well. That is until Christmas Eve 2008. We had just gotten home from our church’s Christmas Eve service, when we noticed a not-so-small rodent eating away at the Christmas cookies that one of our friends had worked so hard to prepare. Of course at this moment, my non-rat-friendly wife ran as quickly as she could and barricaded herself in our bedroom while I was left to deal with the beast.