Eric came home from work feeling exhausted and really sick so he fell asleep in the middle of our small bed around 8:30. He was so tired he couldn't even wake up to watch LOST with me. Since he was in the middle of the bed, and looking very comfortable, I decided to sleep on the couch, reasoning that I'd also be closer to the boys if they got sick again during the night (they didn't).
So I set up on the couch, read for a while, and then turned out the light. I was starting to fall asleep when I thought I heard something moving around in the kitchen. But then I dismissed it thinking that I was just not used to the sounds of the house while in the living room at night. But the noises got closer and it sounded like something was scratching around on our sisal rug under the dining table. And then I couldn't ignore it. I turned on the light and there was a RAT! On the dining room table! I didn't scream though, no one would have been able to help me anyway. By the time I got up to see where the rat was going, it was gone. I tried to find out where it had come from but couldn't find anything. So I got a flashlight and went back to the couch. I kept hearing something and turning on my light but never saw it again. A few times during the night I woke up because I thought I heard scurrying or scratching but I was so tired and I finally had to tell myself it wasn't going to get me or the kids (like in Lady and the Tramp) and just sleep. Eric woke up around 2:30 and came out to find me so I told him about the Rat. It made me feel more queasy to think about the Rat in our kitchen than cleaning up after the kids these past few days. This morning I did find droppings in a few places and was so mad about it and grossed out. Eric got more traps and poison. I suggested a cat...
We have had some rat troubles in the past but always in the cellar, NEVER in our actual living space. Once one got caught in a trap but didn't die and it was trying to get up the duct and was banging over and over but couldn't get up because the trap was too big for the space it was crawling in. Anyway. It took a few days to figure out where the banging was coming from. But that was in the cellar. I promise we are not living in squalor, that I do clean the house and that as far as I know, this rat is not a carrier of the Bubonic plague.
3 comments:
once again i am comforted by your blog. misery loves company! ;)
We should share rat stories--we came home from CA with mice droppings all over my kitchen-in the cupboards, my drawer (we only have one kitchen drawer) and in the AZ room where Paul sleeps. The droppings were all over his clothes. It makes me so mad. After setting traps and still finding some every morning in my kitchen I said "I'm moving!" But we didn't.
We caught the Rat!
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