Sunday, February 27, 2011

The rat strikes back.

'Diana, get your Keens on.'
This statement is never a good sign after 10pm.

A sticky trap scuffle. A sleeping sister. A beaming headlamp. A wooden broomstick. My helpless pose on the couch as Sarah summoned Jay and John to the rescue. It's not a night I will quickly forget.

It ended in a bloody battle. One that I relive each time I step out the door, but I'll let the picture do the talking.

Once again, thanks to a roommate who snaps into action and some handy neighbours, the story ends happy and we all went to sleep before midnight. I like to think that I was the victim, but in the end, the rat took the title.

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