“There is a rat in the Kitchen!!” Screamed my mother in absolute horror.

2 minutes later, I was locked up in the kitchen with the “beast”. And I don’t get why something like 98% of people are afraid of rats? I mean, yes they can can carry all kinds of diseases and germs but other than that you don’t have to act like you’ve just seen a t-rex man eater for god’s sake! Actually, they’re kind of cute.

So anyway, I am armed with a broom and a flashlight, opening cupbords and looking behind the stove, the fridge and all that stuff in the kitchen. Nothing. So where did that little bastard go? Then I hear this scratching sound, coming from inside the stove! In one fluid move, I kick open the stove door, SWAT style, shining the flash light into its pitch black mouth, ready to deliver a mighty whack with the broom at anything that moves. The rat jumps out, and with amazing speed it runs on the wall, and gets on top of the kitchen cupboard, far from the reach of my lethal weapon. Then it peeks over the edge with its tiny head and little back eyes, as if its saying “catch me if you can now, bozo”.

Okay, this thing is actually smart. But apparently not smart enough to resist a piece of tomato on one of those sticky pads