Letter Never Sent Tell me when to go.

So there I was lying in bed reading a few chapters of Proverbs since I couldn’t sleep and all of the sudden I hear this crazy racket coming from the kitchen. Stuff clanking together, something squealing. There’s really only a few things it could be when you hear squealing, some sort of animal. Of course, I’m completely unprepared having just gone to bed. As I was equipped only with boxer shorts I threw on my Doc Marten’s (sans socks) and peaked out my door into the darkness of the main living area and kitchen. I didn’t hear anything
else, so I jumped to the kitchen lightswitch and turned it on. Sarah was sitting over looking intently at the vacuum cleaner roaming back and forth around it (I keep it in the kitchen). I see a long tail sticking out from under the vaccuum….a rat tail.

I don’t know how big this thing is since all I can see is its tail and I have no idea how injured it is or if it is injured. The last thing I want is a pissed off rat climbing up my leg so I grab the broom and push the vacuum cleaner while Sarah prepares to jump on our unwanted visitor. So it comes out and Sarah starts swatting it and KOing it with her paws while I egg her on. And meanwhile I’m trying to keep it from running under the fridge and thinking what I should do. Now this thing is bleeding and I’m not about to nurse it back to health or release it into the wild so it can come back with some friends. Not to mention it has violated my rule about roaches or vermin in the house so I decide I will either have to catch it and throw it outside or kill it. I tried to sweep it up into a dustpan and then into a plastic bag but it wasn’t going. It kept trying to jump out of the dustpan or run away. I did feel bad for it on one hand, but on the other hand I was horrified that something like that would be in my apartment. Anyway, so finally Sarah bites it and picks it up and tries to take it somewhere to torture further or to snack on. I manage to scoop it up into the dustpan and I run outside in my boxers and boots and toss it into the bushes. So now, I’m suitably freaked out and glad to have my cat around.

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