
Often as we lay in bed we suddenly hear a scruffing noise up in our attic and down the walls. There is "something" living up there and running around. "Well," I thought, "we are either going to have to get up there and kill him or we are going to have to accept him as part of our Becker family." So we named the unknown creature "Charlie."
Yesterday as we were opening the front door to leave for school I stopped mid-step and dropped my jaw! Stuck in between the glass window pane and the screen was none other than...
"Charlie! It's you! You're trying to reach us and meet us!" I had accepted him so much as part of the family I never even screamed. This is a first for me. We quickly shut all the glass panes so as to trap him in there and deal with him later. We actually forgot about Charlie until we returned home later that night. Then as Nate unlocked the door, I saw that creepy creature's tail hanging down in the shadows. Oh yeah, I forgot about him.
I heard our neighbor's voices and thought Nate had better bring them over for back-up. I certainly wasn't going to be able to assist Nate in this assasination. Shanon, who grew up in Asia, thought it would be best to trap him between the metal of the screen and then pin him to death. Charlie knew we were after him (by we I do not mean I had any hand in this!). Charlie ran back and forth, up and down until finally Nate and Shannon pinned his little squeaking body.
One more scene chasing Charlie until finally he was pinned and choked to death. I was up the stairs watching from a distance, but once I knew he was dead I was able to record the event here on camera for you to witness. Nate is my hero once again. First he swallowed a live fish for me, and now he captured a sneaky rat for me. What a man! The only problem is that when we went to bed Nate said, "I wonder if that was really Charlie, or if there are more of 'them' upstairs." How do you think I slept last night?
4 comments:
You killed your first pet.
Gross.
:o)
I have a deal with the critters around here: They live outside; I live inside. When they are outside in their natural habitats, I leave them alone. When they tresspass on my turf...well...they suffer the consequences (if I am able to carry them out). Too bad they cannot read or I would post warning signs for them. And too bad the ones who "learned their lesson" are not around to inform their friends of their new wisdom. Ha! Me
Yes, you would think they would learn from their "friends"! Oh boy!
I did not share this dastardly tale with our son, the original Charlie, as I'm sure it would cause his fur to stand even more on end. However, I am very glad you were able to dispense with the giant (It was HUGE!) rat and in the future if the situation comes up again (which I dearly hope it will not!) you might consider a name like Horace or Oscar or Stinky-nasty-creature that is somewhat less appealing :)
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