It sprang at me from the kitchen drawer that held aluminum foil and plastic wrap. It was a grey whirling ball of fur and teeth with a long skinny tail. A scream that almost reached soprano boiled out of my throat, quite an accomplishment for a confirmed contralto. And then the creature was gone, disappearing under the fridge. After sliding the appliance out from the wall, we realized the rat had climbed to safety inside the back of the refrigerator.
What do do? We didn’t know how to get the rat out of the fridge, but we knew how to get the fridge out of the house. So using a dolly and some brute strength my husband and I rolled the fridge onto the front porch and got an extension cord to keep it running.
Once he got the back cover off the fridge, my husband and the rat engaged in a staring contest. She was wedged in tightly and refused to move, so he pulled out the vacuum and tried a little suction force to dislodge her. Eventually, she decided to abandon ship and made a dramatic exit, flinging herself off our porch to avoid capture. The end. Maybe. Will she or won’t she be back?
None of us wants disease carrying vermin lodging in our house. But sometimes we let a few stray thoughts nest in the shadows of our minds when they should be unceremoniously carted outside. You know what thoughts I’m talking about; that sneaky negative attitude, or the big furry worry monster, or the jealous pest that nibbles on your sanity. Your thought attack animal is personalized just for you.
You don’t have to live with this creature. Roll it outside. Reach for the vacuum. Make it feel unwelcome.
Choose to be positive. Choose giving and sharing. Choose faith, hope, and love.
Be the Love.
What do do? We didn’t know how to get the rat out of the fridge, but we knew how to get the fridge out of the house. So using a dolly and some brute strength my husband and I rolled the fridge onto the front porch and got an extension cord to keep it running.
Once he got the back cover off the fridge, my husband and the rat engaged in a staring contest. She was wedged in tightly and refused to move, so he pulled out the vacuum and tried a little suction force to dislodge her. Eventually, she decided to abandon ship and made a dramatic exit, flinging herself off our porch to avoid capture. The end. Maybe. Will she or won’t she be back?
None of us wants disease carrying vermin lodging in our house. But sometimes we let a few stray thoughts nest in the shadows of our minds when they should be unceremoniously carted outside. You know what thoughts I’m talking about; that sneaky negative attitude, or the big furry worry monster, or the jealous pest that nibbles on your sanity. Your thought attack animal is personalized just for you.
You don’t have to live with this creature. Roll it outside. Reach for the vacuum. Make it feel unwelcome.
Choose to be positive. Choose giving and sharing. Choose faith, hope, and love.
Be the Love.