Ok, it wasn't this rat.
But, this type of rat!There's been a critter scurrying around in my ceiling for a little over a week and we in the Kirk house have been a little concerned. It's rather creepy when you're lying in bed trying to go to sleep and you can hear the scampering of little claws and the gnawing of little teeth on the ceiling above your head and you begin to wonder what those said claws and teeth are coming into contact with.
Last night, the Kirk house found out.
I got home last night around midnight and the lights were ablaze throughout, which is pretty odd at that time of the evening.
A flood. A full-on flood had occurred just above the main kitchen which is subsequently just above my suite. The damned rat had eaten through one of the hot water pipes! Fortunately, the folks realized what was happening in a prompt manner and got the water shut off. By the time I arrived, the emergency restoration guy was there (thank you, Luc Deschamps, for coming over) and they had carpet pulled up, towels and buckets everywhere and more than a few "fucks," "shits" and "bastards" filling the air. I even heard my mother utter one of those words. You know she's mad when she lets one of those words pass her lips!
Which reminds me: she's been swearing a lot lately, my mother. She gave me the bird the other day. No wonder I'm a scarred man-child going to therapy 8 days a week.
