Them Filthy Rodents Are Still Coming For Your Souls Never To Let Go

I almost had a heart attack this morning. I’m just waking up, you know that phase when your counting how many minutes you have to get ready if you wake up in that moment, as opposed to pressing snooze one more time, when Little E slams his door shut and runs into my room.

He’s all excited/scared/panicked exclaiming how he just saw something white and hairy/fluffy the size of his FIST run and hide behind his toy truck.

I immediately think rat/mouse. Seems like the most logical as well as terrifying match to his description. I also am instantly wide awake with my feet, nah my entire body firmly in the middle of my bed, eyes glued to the door and trying not to panic. I asked him to describe it in as much detail as possible again as both kids climb onto bed with me. All I can focus on are how he’s holding his wrist with one hand and then making a loose fist to indicate size of this white… oh wait, now he’s saying it was brown thing that started in the corner of his room, and ran along the floor so fast that he didn’t get a good look, before it hopped behind his toy truck that was on the floor.

Too many thoughts are rushing through my head right now.

  1. I shouldn’t have opened my door when I went to take a piss at 4:00am to cool off the house
  2. If its a rat, I literally don’t even know where to start. Where there’s one, there’s more
  3. I have no mousetraps
  4. I’m not stepping foot in that room…forever if need be
  5. If it’s a rat, I’m literally going to sell this house
  6. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to deal with it. I’m to scared to open the door.

So then, I’m sitting there and Z is rubbing my arm, saying it’s ok Mommy, and I’m trying not to freak the kids out. I’m saying it’s probably just a rat or a mouse as casually as possible, and they can’t hurt you, I just really don’t like them so that the kids don’t panic like me. So we just sat on my bed for about 5 minutes and the best idea I could come up with was maybe the babysitter who was coming today for the first time (I’ve been having a shitty time finding good babysitters) anyways, maybe they’ll be brave enough to help me out and look in the room. Perhaps even deal with a potential rat infestation? I can only hope. Because my mind is not at all functioning properly.

So I put little E on door duty, asking him to monitor the bottom of the door in case it comes out the bottom while I got dressed quickly and managed to get breakfast etc ready. The sitters (yes, two plural, like I said it’s been interesting) arrived a few minutes later. As soon as they walked in, the kids bombarded them with the story of the rat in the room, making it easy as an ice breaker, since I really wasn’t sure how I was going to broach the subject…

And so as calmly as possible I asked if they’d mind checking it out… because I was terrified. They said sure they didn’t mind and even convinced Z to come find the critter with them. Little E said no thanks and stayed in the kitchen, no doubt because my overreaction caused some unnecessary fear, but after not even 30 seconds of furniture shifting, they found what they think is the culprit.

Turns out (supposedly) it was a massive moth. 😕

I still have my doubts. As much as I really and truly want it to just have been a moth flying around his room, you can’t just that easily undo that much fear that was brought to the surface… as much as I wish it were that easy.

Anyways, that was our fake fear today.

Until next time, stay classy 😜.


-Rats/Ghost-

4 thoughts on “Them Filthy Rodents Are Still Coming For Your Souls Never To Let Go

  1. I once lived in a cottage alone with my kids, 2 miles from a neighbour, on an island full of huge 🐀 rats 🐀 and so I get to chuckle at your moth scenario, chuckle and then give you the “is that it” look. ❤️

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