Thursday, 1 December 2011

There’s a Rat in me kitchen…

I was roused from my slumber at 5.35 this morning with the terrifying words: “I don’t want to alarm you but…” tripping off my husband’s tongue.
If you don’t want to alarm someone, don’t say those words! For of course the first thing I am going to be is alarmed because you told me not to be.
I am going to be alarmed especially as those are the words you are waking me with when I should still be asleep.
It is amazing though how quick one can wake up.
At 5.35.15 seconds I was dimly aware that my husband was standing over me trying to wake me up.
At 5.35.16 seconds I was bolt upright in my bed going: “You WHAT????!!!!!”
Him: “I said I saw a rat in the kitchen…”
I quickly fall into a well-worn set of actions…
First Denial
Me: “Oh for God’s sake! No!”
Him: “Yes!”
Me: “Are you sure it wasn’t a mouse?”
Him: “It was a pretty big for a mouse and it was by the Alpha [a kind of Aga], I didn’t have any shoes on…
Finally acceptance….of a sort.
Me: “Oh…why does not having shoes on automatically mean that the creature you saw was a rat and not a mouse?”
Him exasperated: “It was a F******! BIG! RAT! OK!!?? And I need you to give me a lift to the station …”
I get rapidly up and cautiously descend to the kitchen pushing the dogs in front of me. There are no rats cavorting across the kitchen table, there are no dusty toe prints across the shelves, there are no apples stacked neatly one on top of the other in a corner [the last rat to venture into the house had a penchant for taking apples and stacking them in corners; OCD complex? Not sure, but while endearing in a sick sort of eughh way it was rather annoying]
I look distrustingly at the neatly laid table and decide that it all has to be cleared and everything put in the dishwasher.
Charlie yells at me to get a move on as he’s now running late and we only have three minutes to get to the station 3 miles away.
I reluctantly leave knowing that as soon as I am gone the little blighter is bound to come out and scribble scrabble all over the house poking its whiskery little nose into everything, running over the cushions in my sitting room, piddling and peeing on the floor pooing in corners, scratching and squirming all over my things .
I try unsuccessfully to suppress my revulsion at the thought.
I hate rats
I hate their scaly tails.
Dirty. Nasty. Vile creatures.
In my house.
In my kitchen.
Over my food.
It’s too early to call the rat Man.
I have to repress my revulsion.
But I put his number on speed dial ready to hit it as soon as reasonably possible.
At 9.000 precisely I call him.
He says he won’t be able to get here until Saturday.
I say the rat is in me kitchen and I don’t DO rats…
He says Ok 6 pm earliest.
I say lunch
He says 5pm
We agree 4.30pm
So the rat man cometh….


Michelloui | The American Resident said...

Oooh! Only 2.5 hours left to wait then! Have you deserted the house until the Rat Man's visit?

Good luck sorting this out, ugh. I can hear little footsteps in the loft when means they;e alls started moving in fromt he fieldsfor the winter--although I think mine are mice.

Tattie Weasle said...

Michelloui - counting the minutes holed up in my office with my feet off the ground!

mrsnesbitt said...

We see rats - we are surrounded by farm buildings as well as keeping chickens/grain - solution - Hubby shoots them, quick and humane. It takes a bit of explaining if he is lying in wait on the top of the porch roof however - I just say he is checking the roof! lol!

Expat mum said...

Wow - I'm surprised they venture in with the dogs around. I was assuming that would scare them off. Now I am thinking....

Tattie Weasle said...

Mrs Nesbitt - Admirable Man!
Expat Mum - problem is we are a shocking family we all cuddle up with the dogs on our beds at night!!!! perhaps this is a message not to....

Wally B said...

We had one get into the house and it made its way up into the bedroom. I've never seen my wife move so fast. I chased it back downstairs and clobbered it with a large broomstick

Nora said...

I hope by now the rat has been taken care of. What you need is a cat. Seriously consider getting one. Tha rat is probably a field rat come in from outside. It's probably not as dirty and awful as you think it is. XOX

Posie said...

Do hope the rat man has been and the rat has gone off to a happier hunting ground...

Suburbia said...

Hope he caught him?

Milla said...

oh God,the terror! we had rats once, in our walls. In Our Walls and by a leap and a scrabble in the loft. £125 it was sorted. Money well spent. Vile, just vile. Hope yours is an ex rat now.

Marcheline said...

I used to buy rats regularly... to feed to my boa constrictor! 8-) Once he wouldn't eat, and so I put the rat in a small holding cage. Turns out the rat was a she, and the next morning I woke to a whole litter of baby rats nursing mama! I couldn't face raising them, so I sold them back to the pet store. They were quite nice while I had them, though.

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Something I hate are rodents of any sort. we've had a mice problem this year and have traps all over the house. we get umpteen rats in the barns of course and they all get shot!

CJ x

Winston said...

Tattie, we had Roland Rat move in last Christmas and despite all efforts he wouldn't leave - kept hiding behind the radiator, leaving little droppings underneath. Eventually he got so hungry he chanced it past the cats - and didn't make it. Mango, our ginger mog, got extra cuddles that day....

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