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Okay, on to my rodent trauma. And my damn evil hellcat. So, I’m in the shower this morning when a HUGE crash sounded through my teensy bathroom. I jerk back the curtain to see what the hell is going on, when my hellcat comes streaking across the floor and tackles the overflowing trashcan, spewing the contents everywhere. And he’s still attaching the trash. Shit. A cold rush of dread makes my stomach do backflips. I just know he’s cornered a rodent. In my bathrrom. With me trapped, sopping wet, stark ass nekked in the bathtub.
So.
I have to deal with this now, not the least of which because he’s about to slaughter the thing on my landlord’s cream colored carpet. I hop out of the tub and into the scattered trash, wads of things I don’t want to think about are stuck to the bottoms of my wet feet.
Now I have to catch it because I can’t kill it. What do I do? I toss the hellcat out into the living room, grab the tallest glass from my kitchen and play tag with the stupid thing until I finally scoop it up and slam a plastic dish over the top. No need to let it try and escape, right? Right.
Then I realize I’m still buck naked and I have to toss the mouse out into the yard. Yeah, OF COURSE my landlord was just walking up to my door when I’m in a nighty sticking to my wet skin with a mouse in a glass. Yeah. That’s a great way to kick off the day.
This is so going into my next book.
