Rat Tales

You're lucky I don't have pictures for this one. Shyeah, as if I'd grab a camera to capture this.

Two days ago, Josh and I came home from work. I've actually started to feel more comfortable in our apartment, as we'd spent last weekend rearranging furniture and improving our digs with Ikea bedding and housewares. So, it was like any other weekday, my throat was sore, my mind was tired. (Yay teaching!) Josh went into the kitchen as I am putting my backpack down.

"Brit, did you-shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!"

"What?!" I ask. Then I see. It looked like a weird stick or plant was just sticking out of the sink. All of a sudden it starts flopping around. It reminded me of the sea monster from Godzilla (Yeah, I don't know why my mind went there first). And within seconds, That weird flopping stick turned into a rat's butt, and then a whole dang rat. And no, it wasn't small. It scurried under the gas burners and I pretty much just stood there with a dropped jaw. Josh closed off the kitchen and went for the can of Raid. Being the sissy that I am, I ran to the bedroom, closed the door, and tried to comprehend what I'd just seen. I heard some thumps and bangs. After a few minutes I went to see how Josh "the Exterminator" Deitner, handled this.  Apparently he just started spraying it to prevent a ninja attack, and then it decided our peanut butter lined drain wasn't worth it and he plummeted back down into the sewer (The rat, not Josh).

So, that happened.

I was just starting to warm up to the idea of cooking in that kitchen even though it was a cockroach graveyard. Now that I know it's a handy portal for sewer rats, I'm not so keen. I can barely rinse a spoon without staring at the drain expecting to see a sea monster.

These are the stories that color my life interesting, right?

Um, I'll take monotony over this crap any day.