OK. This one made every one in the house LOL!

A couple of days ago I moved faster than I have moved in decades. WHY?

Well. Long story as short as possible (?)

I HATE rats.

The ceilings of our home are about 14 feet high. And – beneath our feet are other spaces about 14 feet high. We have a trap door to enter but none of us have EVER found the strength/courage to do so.

A couple of days ago I heard THAT NOISE beneath my sofa in the front (living) room and knew immediately what IT was.

Squeaky, scratchy under the floorboards.

I grew wings and FLEW off out of the room shouting/screaming RATS ! RATS !

The MEN got rid of the bastards. How? By turning the J. Edgar Hoover on and hoovering the floor.

Apparently – rats HATE the vibes!

Meanwhile – I’m a shivering, blubbering WREAK miles away in the kitchen opening a can of beer and being very thankful that it wasn’t slimy, slithery SNAKES & BASTARDS. I’d’ve died on the spot if it had been and they’d’ve had to J. Edgar around me :o)