The pest control guy, Scott, says he sees rat droppings. He set some traps and they'll come back Friday morning to retrieve any dead ones, lest we have to smell them all weekend.
Mom's here, sweeping. I'm now racing to get to the hospital. Vlad sounds really weak and there's no one with him that I'm aware of, so I'm a little anxious.
Later.
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