G vs. The Rat

The rat won of course.

G calls last night from her counterbar - screaming into the phone.

"Oh my God - they caught a rat! Help me!"

G owns two Jack Russell terriers. I think this was something the live for....Hunting, chasing and killing Rats.

Apparently G was on the back porch having a smoke and they corralled a rat. Instead of catching it and killing it - the rat outsmarted them and went between G's feet and directly into the house.

Up the curtains - down the curtains. Across the couch and leaping from dining room table chair to chair.

G is closing all the doors in the house so that she can keep him contained. Until he leaps again for another invisible exit.

Rat is running for his life!

G cannot get them to go out the way they came. So in a panic she gets as high off the ground as she possibly can and does what every brave woman does.

Scream!

When that went without neighbors pounding at the door she quickly jumps down and grabs the phone and her phone book. Chaos is all around her. These dogs will not let this Rat rest.

He will be caught or they will die trying.

She calls neighbors one by one. " Help Me!" she screams into the phone.

I get a phone call - although I don't answer at the time. "Callllllll me!!!"

(Like I am the one to call to catch a Rat - NOT!)

Luckily one of her neighbors finally comes to her rescue. With broom in hand is able to SWWEEEPPP the RAT out the door.

Dogs are panting and in a frenzy - I call as its ending.

The neighbor has left - but G is still on the counter. She's laughing now thinking of the site she must be. But she has yet to crawl down. She's suffering from the heebie-jeebies and total embarrassment.

We laugh about it on the phone and I say...Ok? You feel better now.

She says no - and I think she probably spent the night on that counter.