I woke up this morning with a rat curled up on my chest. Ahhhh!!! I and the rat both jumped about 10 feet in the air. I haven't seen him since, but why would he be curled up on my chest? The kids heard me yell and came down to see what had happened. I expected some sympathy but instead they were rolling on the ground laughing. I still don't see the humor in the situation.
Later that day, they gave me a book entitled The Care and Feeding of Rats. They said that I could use it to train the rat to be my pet since they had no intention of trying to get the rat out of the cellar.
Yeah...like I'm really going to turn a wild rat into a pet.
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