The other day I walk into the bathroom and out of the corner of my eye, I see something on the floor that shouldn’t be there. Now you have to remember that we have been rodent-free in our house for many years due to these cool little gadgets you can plug into the wall and it makes a high pitch noise only small varmints can hear. It drives them away, so we don’t get rats, roaches, or spiders. But this looked just like a rat. What the heck? Poor thing must be deaf.
So I do what every rough and tough man does: jump up on the toilet and scream for someone to come kill it. I’m just glad the lid was down; it could have gotten ugly. Here comes my son Josh to the rescue. He grabs my steel toe boot and prepares for battle. He must have seen it to cause he is in his best Kung-Fu Tiger Crouch position .
There is a bulge underneath a shower towel lying on the floor. I climb to the top of the toilet tank, just to get a better view of course, and watch Josh take it to this rat. Finally, the battle is over and everything calms down. There is absolutely no way this thing could have survived the attack.
Everyone is in the bathroom by now to see what is going on. Kind of strange that all the action is happening on the floor but everybody is staring up at me trying to balance on top of a five-gallon toilet tank in nothing but my Tweety Byrd boxers. Josh slowly pulls back the towel to assess the damage. Yep, it’s dead alright, and I have to say, that dang hair clip had it coming. I mean, he beat the heck out of this poor hair clip. Why is everybody now laughing and pointing at me? So I say, “It was just a drill everybody. I was playing the part of your mother. Good job, guys. Fire drill tomorrow.” I’m just sayin’.
