We got back from our walk this lunchtime, and as usual, opened the garden gate to let the hounds have a final wee before their lunch. Without hesitation Little Miss Butter-Wouldn't-Melt shot across the grass and grabbed what I thought was a ball.I called her and she brought it straight to me - it was a live rat! Eeek!! I told her to drop it, which she did, but it started to move, so she grabbed at it a second time. I put my foot on it and shouted for my OH, but neither of us could think what to do. OH grabbed a clay flowerpot and popped it over the beast till we, (well I - he would have let it go), could plan how best to despatch it. I won't go into detail, as I am supposed to be a let-live animal lover, but let's just say that it is now an ex-rat. What did the reactive and much-decorated Eddie do? Carry on blindly sniffing his way round the garden while my dainty showgirl demonstrated her fitness for purpose as a great hunting hound!
OK - NO NO NO I AM NOT LAUGHING. Well only a little bit. Yes I know you are a let-live animal lover but you know what happened to me when I got bitten by one of them. And it would not let go. And the ambulance could not get in... You gotta do one thing - hit dem wiv an 'ammer.
Um no, I did not mean to 'it de ambumulance wiv an 'ammer. I meant de rat. Wot I deaded. As for Eddie - well he wanted to do what he wanted to to, so he did!
Blimey Juli I thought Caroles experience was awful but yours must have been terrifying. My sister used to have a pet rat called Roderick, I never understood why, but, she was happy with it having the run of the house, I didn’t sleep over at hers that often !
You are lucky you did not end up in our ER room after having been bitten by a rat. On second thoughts you do not want to end up in our ER room - ever. Unless you speak Русский Especially not on a Friday night when the ER doctor is playing computer games and all I needed was a tetanus shot which my emergency doctor could not give me.
