Wednesday, April 20, 2011


I am a little traumatized. For one, there was a rat in the hallway. For two...well, take a look at the picture above.

How did this rat die? Oh, that would be through the mighty hand and brute strength of Emery, our domestique. How did Emery kill it? Rat death was created Samurai-style with the end of a cleaning device. Emery yelled, "MADAME, STAND BACK!", quickly unsheathed his broom, let out a warrior cry and struck the rat on the head...thus creating a gruesome little carcass in the stairwell outside our door.

Am I thrilled we had a rat near our home? No...But aren't there magic little anti-rodent capsules you can throw at rats that send them painlessly to a cheese-filled afterlife? Oh well, I don't mean to seem ungrateful. Thank you Emery for saving me from the big Congo rat. May it rest in peace.