My kids favorite movie is Ratatouille.
They love to watch the “extra” on the dvd about
“MY FRIEND THE RAT.”
Well, not to pick a fight with Pixar but…
RATS ARE NOT MY FRIENDS!!
We had a rats in residence in our ceiling above the master bedroom for the 6 years we inhabited the house in Davao City, Philippines. Quite often we were awakened by the scritching and scratching of the furry little pests. We could hear them fumble around and fall off of the joists that the ceiling was nailed to. Yeah, and with the termite problem that we endured in that house, we often wondered at what point is the ceiling going to give way from the termites eating it and the rat falling right through on our heads… oh, did you just shutter too?
Our dogs were forever on ‘rat patrol’ in the yard over the canal that ran the length of our yard cement enclosure. As documented here.
They were quite large and we were forever trapping them.
Catching three in one night was considered normal.
Well, one night, my husband came in and said,
“Get the camera, kids stay here, don’t come outside.”
I followed him out the door and he led me to our “laundry room”.
It was out in the building behind our house.
Seems harmless right?
BUT WAIT!
Then he lifted the lid…
Anyone see anything amiss here?
Yes, my friends, it is a
RAT
IN MY
WASHING MACHINE!!!
(Anybody else cringe when I did just then?)
Do you see the nails on that thing???
SUPER YIKES!
Just one more thing to add to my list of why
RATS are NOT my FRIENDS.
The story of this particular washer gets better!
When we moved back to the states we sold the washer to a good friend…
When we moved back to the states we sold the washer to a good friend…
SHE found a SNAKE in it!!!
AND IT WAS INSIDE HER HOUSE!
…same washer …different animal.
This story is linked up to Mylestones where Jo is hosting Flashback Friday!
Click on over there and read some other ‘flashback stories’.
Click on over there and read some other ‘flashback stories’.
