Thursday, September 28, 2006

The Rat

My wife called me from my desk this morning (I was wrestling with possession, as usual) and showed me a ziplock bag with three grains of rice in it. Except they weren't. They were rat droppings. There was also a half gnawed pear.

We have slightly different takes. Of course we both want rid, and summoned a Pied Piper who laid a lot of traps. But she's disgusted and I'm more phlegmatic. 'It's a rat,' I say helpfully. 'We've lived with them forever.'
'I knew you'd take the 'oh its all part of our history' line,' she said.


Blogger melrose plant said...

pshaw! Jack Absolute eats rats for breakfast.

4:50 PM  
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