Stories: Scurries in the night
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| When I was first transferred to Washintgon, PA my new companion was Elder Todd Christensen. Our apartment was in a barn of a member on the second floor of three stories. Above us was a corn crib, below us a tractor shed.
The first night I was awakened with a start as Elder C. leaped out of bed, held his ear to the wall, then started pounding on it with his clenched fist. Immediately after we heard a 'clunk' of something falling down the wall. He looked at me and said, "I hate rats! They climb up between the walls to get to the corn crib above us and keep me awake every night as I hear them scurrying up between the walls."
Well the rats didn't bother me, but Elder C. jumping out of bed several times a night to pound on the walls and get the satisfaction of hearing the rats go 'thunk', kept me in a light and awakened sleep most nights as well.
An interesting side note: This was a unique 300 acre farm. They had their own natural gas well that supplied the natural gas to heat their house. They also had their own oil well and once a week a tanker truck would come by and take the oil that had been pumped that week. Later a gasoline truck would come by and fill up an underground tank with free gasoline for the family cars and farm vehicles in exchange for the oil they had carted off earlier. |
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