This would be a funny story, if it hadn’t happened to me. On returning home from holidays one weekend with the kids, Hubby informed us that he had a surprise. I was getting a bit excited, wondering what it could be. Maybe he’d washed up? No, dirty dishes still on the sink. Maybe he’d cleaned up the junk room? No, still sky high full of clothes, books, tapes (yes, tapes!) road maps and other paraphernalia Hubby refuses to part with.
He took us out onto the back verandah and that’s when I saw the large cage with not one, but TWO dirty big RATS in it. I was horrified. I had to bite my tongue. I think this type of surprise definitely warranted a discussion! Don’t you? Who would have thought rodents would be moving in while I was off enjoying my lovely holiday and of course I couldn’t kick them out now- they had settled in nicely, snug as a bug inside the cage making their little nest. The kids were squealing with delight and thought these creatures were fantastic (are they mad?). They were so excited to have these new additions to our family. The poor cats got tossed by the wayside the minute the kids laid eyes on these new play things. Naturally, the excitement only lasted a few weeks and then came the whinging about changing the water, feeding them and cleaning the cage.
On the upside they did like to sit in your lap for a cuddle and crawl along your shoulders (some readers will be shuddering at the thought) and I did feel sad when one caught a cold and died and then shortly after so did the other one. However, let’s just say, I don’t think we’ll be getting rats as pets again anytime soon – especially if I have anything to say about it! I can look back now and laugh but I was not a happy camper at the time.
Has something like this ever happened to you?