Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Years ago while babysitting one of my favourite little men, I heard a quiet scratching coming from the bathroom. We were playing in the basement and I remember Henry in all his two year old braveness rushing to see what it was. I scooped him up and as calmly as possible said "lets leave that for when Mommy comes home." Yes, that was my game plan. I would leave whatever was making the odd noise for Mommy. I was a wimp. We continued to play on the floor, while I casually kept my eye on the bathroom. The scratching grew louder and louder, and I realized with horror the calls were coming from inside the toilet!
When his mom arrived home she told me it was just a drainage problem. It was old plumbing and the night before it had been dripping a lot. She confidently strode into the bathroom, while I stood 8 feet back in the playroom clutching Henry to me. She told me not to worry as she popped open the toilet lid to show me there was nothing in there.
As she lifted the lid we saw furry claws and two small black eyes peering up at us. There was a gigantic RAT in the toilet. To this day I always check the toilet before sitting down and can sadly no longer go to the bathroom in the dark. I now pass my phobia on to all of you, my loyal readers.
scratch, scratch, scratch...
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