I can't believe I missed Crystal's post about her finally catching her son's pet rats! (had to search to find an update) SO glad that's over for you Crystal.
Hey, it's 5:30 a.m here on Sunday morning, and everyone's still asleep. What better time to share MY rat story?
Okay, so many moons ago when I was single, I moved into a converted one-car garage in southern California with my 2 pugs. After having major roommate issues, this was heaven!...or so I thought.
The place had a fenced in large yard/patio, and I put in a doggy door so my dogs could go in and out as they pleased. It was a pretty nice set up...or so I thought.
One night, I am sound asleep (my two pugs on my bed) until I sat up boltright and instantly spot this HUGE rat in the corner of the room. (This is the moment I understood that our sub-consciousness never sleeps. I must have felt its presence, even in my sleep...because I wake up immediately and our eyes met....even in the dark!)
I panic!
The pugs have no clue what is going on...completely useless as varmit catchers. I grab them and bolt out the door...to my friend's house in the middle of the night.
He comes over with a piece of CHEESE and a SHOEBOX. (goodness) I am too scared to go inside. I hear a scream.(from a grown man!) He was holding a broom. He said it shot up his leg, and then ran off, and he saw it go under the doorway, which was closed. He said it FLATTENED HIMSELF to an inch to get through. (can you imagine?!?!?)
I am a TOTAL WRECK...on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I find rat poop on my kitchen counters,and it has been eating the dogfood.
The landlord brings me a tiny mouse trap...geez. He didn't believe me that this was a full-fledged, HUGE rat, bigger than my foot!
I am too terrified to sleep in my room, so I sleep in the main living room (if you can call it that in a converted garage) on the pull out sofa. GUESS WHERE THIS BOOGER SLEEPS! (I only find this out when one day weeks later, I opened the pull out sofa and it is all ripped up and full of rat turds) I was sleeping on his hideout!
Finally, the nightmare is over. The landlord rigs a bona fide rat trap, and catches it with peanut butter. It is SO huge that he was about 10 times as big as the trap (well, maybe 3 times).
I pack my bags and move again.The trauma of it was just too much.
The garage was next to a field of IVY. I learned that rats make their homes inside ivy. And this one rat came through that doggy door, and just about terrorized me. I'm sorry I had to kill you.
So that's my rat story, and how my rat-phobia began.
Hey, it's 5:30 a.m here on Sunday morning, and everyone's still asleep. What better time to share MY rat story?
Okay, so many moons ago when I was single, I moved into a converted one-car garage in southern California with my 2 pugs. After having major roommate issues, this was heaven!...or so I thought.
The place had a fenced in large yard/patio, and I put in a doggy door so my dogs could go in and out as they pleased. It was a pretty nice set up...or so I thought.
One night, I am sound asleep (my two pugs on my bed) until I sat up boltright and instantly spot this HUGE rat in the corner of the room. (This is the moment I understood that our sub-consciousness never sleeps. I must have felt its presence, even in my sleep...because I wake up immediately and our eyes met....even in the dark!)
I panic!
The pugs have no clue what is going on...completely useless as varmit catchers. I grab them and bolt out the door...to my friend's house in the middle of the night.
He comes over with a piece of CHEESE and a SHOEBOX. (goodness) I am too scared to go inside. I hear a scream.(from a grown man!) He was holding a broom. He said it shot up his leg, and then ran off, and he saw it go under the doorway, which was closed. He said it FLATTENED HIMSELF to an inch to get through. (can you imagine?!?!?)
I am a TOTAL WRECK...on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I find rat poop on my kitchen counters,and it has been eating the dogfood.
The landlord brings me a tiny mouse trap...geez. He didn't believe me that this was a full-fledged, HUGE rat, bigger than my foot!
I am too terrified to sleep in my room, so I sleep in the main living room (if you can call it that in a converted garage) on the pull out sofa. GUESS WHERE THIS BOOGER SLEEPS! (I only find this out when one day weeks later, I opened the pull out sofa and it is all ripped up and full of rat turds) I was sleeping on his hideout!
Finally, the nightmare is over. The landlord rigs a bona fide rat trap, and catches it with peanut butter. It is SO huge that he was about 10 times as big as the trap (well, maybe 3 times).
I pack my bags and move again.The trauma of it was just too much.
The garage was next to a field of IVY. I learned that rats make their homes inside ivy. And this one rat came through that doggy door, and just about terrorized me. I'm sorry I had to kill you.
So that's my rat story, and how my rat-phobia began.
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