not my rat
To set the record straight, I had nothing to do with the rat-catching. And, more importantly, the rat was NOT in my house. Because if it had been, there's a good chance that today I would be packing my bags and moving out.And, comments are now in English. Which means that if the number of comments doesn't increase now that its readily comprehensible, I will cry. You don't want that on your conscience.
posted by CP @ 4:53 PM
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Uh, hmmmm, interesting. So glad to read that was not in your house. Where was it? Church?
I'm going to speculate that the broom encouraged it from a hiding place behind, say, a refrigerator. The coat hanger was straighted out, and three paper towels were hung (using the duct tape for fastening)from it, side-by-side, and then lit on fire by the lighter. The rat ran out of its hiding place, through the flaming flags, and straight into a waiting cookie sheet that was stood up. He bounced off in surprise, fell down, was wacked with the broom to knock him out, and the aluminum foil was used (um, gloves might be needed, too, here) to smother the rat fur flames. Further smothering done by cookie sheet. We can't see the singed fur because the photo only shows the stomach. The cell phone was used to call in the victory to a friend.
Am I right, or am I right?!? :-)
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