Dirty Jobs by Eric Crossty

I can remember about 6 years ago, I was employed by a moving and hauling company that specialized in house scraping. On one particular job site, we arrived at a dirty white and blue house that appeared unoccupied for a very long time.
We pulled up to the old abandoned house and I started to receive an irritable feeling in my abdomen. Soon, we started toward the front porch, the steps were rotted out and the windows were sealed with some sort of transparent plastic. Our boss whipped out the keys from his hooded pullover to unlock the front door. Once inside, there was a foul odor that sent one co worker away from the abandoned house. The house was bone chilling cold and had a smell of a wild South African Elephants bathrooom. Piles and piles of garbage was in every room in the house, we then knew we had our work cut out for us.
We stared to perform our job duties, I decided to remove a green couch with torn fabric and food stains all over it. I asked a co worker for some assistants, he agreed to help me. I was at one end of the couch, and my co worker was at the other end when he suggested we remove the dirty couch pillows from the couch. Removing the pillows would make our job allot easier to carry the old ugly couch. Once we removed the pillows, a huge rat gray and brown in color, ten inches long came jumping out of my end of the couch. We dropped the couch, yelling and screaming trying to find the exit to get from out of the house. Once outside, I got into my car and went home.