nomad97
Resident Geek
Ratatouille, our pet rat, although I use the word pet advisedly. 10 days or so ago we had a violent storm and the high winds from the south, as ever, dislodged a couple of tiles in the girl's bedroom. This then allowed a rat, that has been living upstairs for goodness how long, to jump down into the girl's bedroom. Apparently, the rat was found after I went to bed and the girls, and Bruno, had lots of fun chasing the thing after midnight. The rat evaded capture and escaped to the kitchen where it went to ground. The next day we bought some gluey rat pads and placed 2 of them inside the kitchen. Yesterday morning, my eldest daughter saw the rat for the first time since that midnight charade sitting on top of the Venetian blinds. The back door was opened, its hiding place under the table was cleared of rubbish, expertly accumulated by SWMBO over the past couple of years, an excellent, pre-fabricated rat's nest and the rat escaped through the open back door. Now the escapee had a name - Ratatouille! Later that evening, after SWMBO returned from the village, she heard some scurrying above her head in the living room. Me, I can't hear a thing. Sometime later, we all saw Ratatouille, running around the light on the kitchen ceiling, having climbed down through a hole that allows the water to come through when the roof leaks. That's another story. Clearly, having escaped from the kitchen through the back door, Ratatouille had returned to his old haunts in the roof space. A persistent little bugger.