Our downstairs bathroom had an old clawfoot tub that
was walled in, with a little access door to the
plumbing on one end, right by the toilet. That was
one of the places we put the poison because the rats
climb in up the plumbing pipes.
One day my husband was sitting on the toilet and he thought he
would check the poison. Just as he opened the little
hatch, he thought, "What if the rat is sitting there
staring at me?" He went ahead and opened it and there
was the rat sitting there staring at him.
I heard the loudest scream, so I came running. There
was my husband, a big fully grown man, sitting on the
pot with his pants around his ankles, screaming to
beat the band, and the poor rat sitting there with a
huge question mark expression all over his face...
I may never get over this.
(1) Tue Mar 29 2005 10:21 Don't Rat On Me:
We had a very big infestation of rats when we lived in
the Hancock Park section of Los Angeles. Some of
those guys were so huge, you couldn't believe they
would fit through a little crack in the foundation,
but they did! The county rat guy came out and almost
wept in despair at the sight of a garage full of food
storage wheat.
- Comments:
Posted by Susie at Tue Mar 29 2005 13:23
Tee hee.