Today I woke up, checked my email, and discovered that my benefactor's rat had escaped and was in the basement with me. The rat was stuck in the laundry room, with the only exit being where there was a break in the wall by the foundation. So I put some paper there and went bout my business listening attentively for the sound or rat hitting paper.
The rat came out, and ran around for a bit before I lost it again. But I assumed it was in the main area of the basement where my computer was (and not much to hide behind besides the futon), so I figured I'd find her eventually... except the door to my room was open. (stupid)
I made a quick visual scan under all the furniture in my room and assumed she wasn't in there (she was hiding in my dresser, which she can jump in from beneath the drawers)... I later heard her in the room and proceeded to have an exhausting game of Catch the fucking rat before I finally caught her and she bit my finger.
Then I spent most of the day feeling terribly tired and not getting anything done (it was about 2pm at this point, having spent a good 3 to 4 hours in pursuit of the escapee, then cleaning up afterwards).
If this ever happens again I'm calling over Mr. Black to have a little playtime with the misplaced pets.
Then I was awoken at about midnight because Tim and John had the munchies. I will continue the story in the next post.
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