All rats who come into our house DIE! That's right. They DIE! (Ok, so that's actually not true. I'm writing that in case there are any rats who read my blog to figure out the best time to break into our house). We've had two rat incidents in the past week (note- this is not common- thankfully). The first incident was when one decided to invite himself into our home while we were at the beach. Rude. That's what I think. Rude.
I had woken up in the middle of the night to Isaaq crying. He's been soaking through his diapers at night lately so I went in to check on him to make sure his bummy wasn't soaked. As I was walking back to our room I heard a scampering in our room, and immediately ran back to the kids' room, closed the door, ran down the hall to grab Seth's shoes (my rat killing weapon of choice), ran back into our room, and leaped onto the bed to plot my next move. I heard the scoundral rummaging through our curtains and I considered blindly aiming and throwing Seth's shoes at our curtains in hopes that my stellar Wii archery skills had paid off. After about 5 minutes of deliberation I decided that I should probably awaken Seth to our unfortunate situation and persuade him to come to my rescue. This was my last resort. Waking Seth in the middle of the night is no easy task. The man is a deep sleeper. I knew he would have lots of questions, as he always does whenever I wake him up in the middle of the night. This time, my favorite question was "Where do you want him (the rat) to go?" To which I replied "Out the door!" I assumed my proper rat killing stance (on top of a chair with the left of the afore mentioned shoe) and screamed (quietly- hey they kids were sleeping) and pointed wherever/whenever I saw the rat. Eventually Seth chased it outside our back door. I was very grateful to have married such a compassionate and courageous man who willingly would wake up and chase a rat because his wife was so scared of them.
Ratface number two appeared this morning. Thankfully, I never actually saw him. Only Seth did. And that's how I like it. I was still in bed and I heard the unmistakeable sounds of furniture being moved and a shoe being slapped to the floor. I decided to stay in bed until it was all over. Good decision too. I sauntered down the hall 5 minutes later to verify the rat was good dead and gone. And it was. My hero (my husband not the rat).
But in all seriousness. I really really really hate rats, mice, and snakes (and bats). I'm ridiculously petrified of all of them. And I'm grateful for my patient and loving hubby who endlessly bears with my unfounded fears.