At two in the morning on Wednesday Susan woke me up to tell me the rat was back in the cabinet. I went through the same motions. Grabbed the flashlight, stealthily snuck up to the cabinet and swung open the door. " AWW JESUS, ITS HUGE" I yelled and jumped back before I even really got a look at it. I could only really see its back hunched up over the bag of popcorn and its beady little eyes looking at me from over the torn open bag of chewed up crackers. I mention this in my defense because Susan walked up behind me and I could hear the disgust in her voice when she said " That... that’s it? Its barely a mouse. That little thing is really what you got all wound up about?".
I stand by my opinion that this is only a smaller relation of the original rat, that one was big... really it was.
Anyway we chased him out in a comedy of crashing dishes and screaming little girls, closed the hatches and port holes and listened to his little feet pitter patter across the deck for the rest of the night.
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