No, no, this isn't about a rat.
Just its diminutive cousin. And his name ain't Mickey. We called it "Shithead."
Well, it wasn't a rat,but to me it was.........so here's what played out..... two nights ago my darling husband put the oven on and as it warmed up, guess what happened?
A little rodent, a mouse=creature, crawled out and took off (stage left) into the netherlands of our 1500 square footage. Maggie (our canine)was fascinated to see something ALIVE emerge from the oven and simply paddled after it. In case it did something fun, Like shit all over my bed.
No attempt to get it, mind you, maybe smell its butt or something dog-like. You'd think, anyway.
So this morning, as I am working on a very bad cup of coffee (gotta stop cheating ourselves with crapola beans), I hear some noise in the bathroom off our bedroom.
Suddenly a drama ensued. Lew, barely awake, runs into the kitchen and I stay mute at the keyboard. I don't wanna know nothin.'
He forages around for a big metal container and then takes out his "special" cheese
and slices a chunk. In his underwear, hair askew. "Hmm," I thought. "Wonder what THAT'S for."
The next sounds I heard were banging and clanging which seemed to go on for an hour. Then Lew strolled down the hallway, Yuban can in hand, looking all pleased with himself. Hair askew, glasses not quite right, briefs less than flattering. Gotta love him.
Good riddance you varmint. Not Lew. Shithead.
And Lew was so Mr. Eagle Scout, he walked the thing a half a mile away "just in case."
My hero.
Just don't ask me about the tarantula...............................................
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By the way, in case you want to torture yourself with more claptrap from my yap...here's my Hollywood stuff....Don't judge me, can't help it.
www.thewrap.com/blog/naomi-serviss
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