A RAT, A MOUSE, THE SHED AND A HUSBAND
My husband and I lived in a hundred year old house when we were first married. The house had a carriage house in the back which we affectionately called "the shed."
In the shed, we stored all the things normally stored in sheds.
Upon retrieving some lawn equipment from the shed, my eye was drawn to some movement on the back wall. I looked and saw a rat quickly shimmying down the wall. I am not sure who moved quicker--the rat or me.
Immediately, I told Kenny about our unwanted shed guest.
"Oh, that's just a MOUSE," he nonchalantly said. A rat, a mouse, there is no difference in my opinion. I was a little taken back that my concern was shrugged off. I adopted the policy of never going more than a couple of steps to get anything out of that shed after the incident. I surrendered the rest of the shed territory to the rat.
Then, a few days later it happened. One afternoon, with loss of breath, Kenny came into the house and said he wanted me to stop what I was doing and go to the hardware store to buy some rat poison. A smirk appeared on my face, and I sarcastically inquired I did not understand why we needed RAT poison for a tiny mouse, taunting him after being so patronizing to me a few days earlier.
"No, you don't understand! there is the biggest rat I have ever seen in there!" he blurted out.
Now, I do not like rats. That has been established, but I did not think our beady-eyed intruder was of some abnormal stature. I just looked at Kenny and blurted, "Well, he wasn't all that."
He still insisted our shed housed a monster of a rat.
At that moment, the funniest thought accrued to me. I nearly hurt myself laughing. It seemed our circumstance had become like the Looney Toons cartoon. The episode where Sylvester saw a kangaroo, but his son sees a mouse and is ashamed of his father for being afraid of the little mouse. When I shared with Kenny my amusement, we both laughed.
Oh and about the rat, he is still in the shed as far as we know. We discovered there is a big rat and a smaller mouse shackin' up in the shed. Happy to say, we have a bigger cat in the house.
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