I came home last night about 9 with Stella and she immediately started sniffing around the couch and trying to look underneath it. It always freaks me out when she does that but every time I have gone and checked there is always a bone she has shoved under something and now can’t reach, so I assumed that was the case again.
She jumped up in her usual spot on the couch and was hanging her head over the side trying to see under the couch and I sat down beside her and started checking my email. Then I heard a noise, under the couch, like something bumped into something. Stella and I looked at each other and I pulled my legs up on the couch. I told myself it was the wind, we have had a real northern wind blowing through for a week and branches are always slapping the side of the house. But this sounded like it came from UNDER the couch. I continued to check my emails and then heard a sound that can only be described as something small chewing.
Again I told myself it was nothing and turned the radio off so I could hear better, there it was again, in fact it was consistent. I thought maybe it is a fly stuck behind the curtain and hitting the window, that has scared me before. (I am very afraid of anything that scurries and has more legs than me) But I checked behind the curtain and there was nothing there.
OK, so I removed myself from the couch and sat at the dining room table. I went back to checking emails, refusing to believe anything was under my couch, insisting i was imagining things. But I could hear this noise across the room and Stella kept looking under the couch. So I turned the fireplace fan off and damn, yep, there had to be something under there.
Well, I sure as hell was not going to look. I tried from a distance and grabbed my purse that was on the floor by the couch. I decided to put my boots on, just in case something ran out at me. I thought, “Carrie you shouldn’t be such a chicken, just move the couch and look, it’s probably just a mouse.” But something just would not let me move that couch.
It was now after 10 and I knew if I was going to get a neighbor to help me I had to go now or everyone would be in bed. I didn’t want to bother anyone but i also knew I would not sleep all night and if I did it might move and then tomorrow I wouldn’t know where it was. So I left stella to guard it. hahaha Stella was pleading with her eyes to not leave her with whatever it was. Poor girl she is not brave. (she hasn’t left my side ever since, she is velcroed to my one leg)
Luckily the same guy who got the big spider for me was just getting home when I walked up, and he said to give him a second he’d be right there. Stella was so happy to see him! she kept running in circles and would jump on the couch, jump down, run to him and back to the couch.
I said to him. “It’s probably nothing, I am such a big chicken , but I appreciate you looking for me and putting my mind at ease.”
He moved the couch and wouldn’t you know it a big frikken rat runs out and goes behind a chair in the corner, I screamed, Stella ran to the door. I was jumping up and down screaming,”Rat, behind the chair.” then it ran back in his direction and he stomped on it. grooossssss!! yuck yuck yuck!! *shivers*
He asks for some goves and i get him some Hazmat type rubber gloves I keep for occasions just like this. He had brought a rag with him and he wrapped it up and packed it out to throw in the lake.
OMG!!! i don’t know how it got in, I thought I had sealed up any holes a rodent might use to get in but they are sneaky little devils and can weazel through the smaller crack.
The whole time I was going through this I was thinking; this is so much like when I was with my ex.
– I suspected there was a rat in the house but told myself I was crazy, imagining things, paranoid, that I didn’t hear what I thought I heard.
– I tried to divert my attention and ignore it, maybe it would go away but I could not ignore it any longer and had to admit something was wrong.
– I tried to minimize the problem, maybe it is just a mouse and not as bad as I think it is.
– I told myself I was being silly, over reacting and should be able to deal with this on my own.
– I didn’t want to bother anyone with my problems
– I was afraid I was going to look silly when there was nothing there.
– I waited until the final hour, when I had no other choice; to get help.
– Even when I did get help I minimized the problem and said, “I am being silly, it’s probably nothing.”
– It was not until it was caught that I finally accepted it was a rat and then I was mortified and really afraid.
– After the rat was gone I was really nervous and thought I heard or saw rats everywhere.
– I had thought I had cut off any access any rats would have to me but it must have crawled through the tiniest little crack somewhere. (why no contact is so important and when I say the N will use the tiniest opening to get in and abuse you again.)
Funny that whenever I am plagued by annoying, invasive and hard to get rid of pests such as fleas, and rats I am reminded of my ex and end up resorting the same type of denial and magical thinking I did with my ex.
Just goes to show you that it is human nature to refuse the see things that we are afraid of and don’t want to deal with.
The last thing I wanted to deal with last night was a rat, but no matter how hard I tried to convince myself it didn’t exist or was not as bad as the evidence was suggesting; I had to eventually deal with it or end up with an even bigger problem, perhaps even having it procreate in my home or bring its buddies. One thing is for sure, by pretending it wasn’t there, I would have undoubtedly made things worse for myself and would have had a much larger mess to clean up.
Too bad there is no such thing as a “Narkin Man” someone specially trained to identify and eradicate narcissists from your premises and dispose of them appropriately.