Rat

I was sitting in the kitchen while my baby slept in the back room.  I was quiet, there at the kitchen table, having a cup of tea, enjoying the quiet.  As I sat there, out from behind the stove sauntered a rat.  It took it’s time, walked over to the cat’s dish and ate a little, then drank from the water bowl, then ducked back behind the stove.  If I hadn’t been sitting there so quietly, I don’t think it would have been so nonchalant.  But because I was quiet, I got to see what was happening in my very own house–kitchen no less.  After the rat was gone, I looked behind the stove.  There was a hole by the outlet where the varmint had come inside from under the house.  I plugged it with steel wool–and that was the end of the rats in the house.  Now that I’m recalling this, I’m feeling exceedingly grossed out.  A hunched back critter coming in for a bite in my kitchen while my baby slept in the bedroom.

~ by posyflowers on April 5, 2008.