BETRAYED.....I've Been BETRAYED!!!!!
Oh, the horror. I've been betrayed in the worst possible way.
It's too much to talk about.
I'm still hurt.
Every time I think of it, I literally shake my head to make the thoughts fly out of my ever racing mind.
I can't believe she did that.
Scratch that, I can't believe she DIDN'T do that.
It's too much. Just too much.
The trust is gone.
*POOF*
Gone.
I don't know how I'm ever going to trust anything she ever says again.
My own mother.
Betrayer extraordinaire.
I came home on Monday afternoon and asked about the rat.
She said, "Why do you want to know?"
I just told her I was curious how she killed it.
She asked again why I wanted to know.
I told her as long as I didn't have to SEE it happening, it didn't bother me. Did she beat it to death? Find something toxic to feed it? Broke its tiny neck? I mean, she did SAY that she was going to kill it. Not take care of it, but actually used the word KILL.
All she simply said was that its now in a box in a bag hanging from a nail on the front porch and that on Wednesday, I was to just add it to the regular trash.
Gross, I know, but we can't toss the dead body in the woods. The dogs will drag it back out.
So, yesterday afternoon, my curiosity got the better of me.
I took the bag down off the nail and took the box out. I tore off the Scotch tape and peered inside.
Totally expecting to see blood and guts and yuckiness all around.
What I did not expect to see was a LIVE FUCKING RAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She didn't do it! She didn't kill it!
She betrayed me!
I was totally expecting to see a dead rat and it WASN'T FUCKING DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, I did the only thing I could do......I found my duct tape and duct taped that box till it was nothing but a big silver rectangle.
I then taped the bag shut around the box.
At least I had the balls to suffocate it.
And after all that talk about how since she grew up in the country, it was easier for her to take care of stuff like that since it was how she grew up.
Gah........betrayer!
Later,
(P.S. I'm really not mad at her, but it did throw me for a loop)
14 really cool people who give a rat's patootie:
All I can say is - GROSS. And I'm so glad the rat is gone. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
Ok - I'm not sure how many more of these rodent stories I can handle - GROSS!
Double gross because that wasn't a very humane way of killing it.
Mississippi and the country life lost a couple of points for me on the whole rat debacle.
LMAO! I can't kill things either. I saved a small spider the other day. Krystal was yelling at me to kill it, I just couldn't. Pretty cute spider actually!
Ewwwwwwwwwwwww..
ACKKKK we have had this discussion but yes a warning from dear mom would have been helpful. Again ACKKKKKKK
ick...just ick.
the only good rat is a dead rat!
What a waste. There's a lot of good meat on a rat.
Awwwwwwwwww! I guess you should be glad it didn't jump out at you when you took a peek. Yuuuuuuuck.
I agree with Teri - I think I'd have wet myself if I opened a container and found a living rat inside. You must have had some warning that there was still a living creature inside when you opened the box, right? Some movement - or noise?
Right?
Wait a minute! This isn't one of those "Balloon Boy" gags, is it?
Consider yourself lucky it didn't jump out and bite you when you opened the box!
And PseudoHST, you can get much more urban than my neighborhood, and we have a rat problem thanks to a nearby restaurant. I could easily have 100 such stories if I didn't just ignore them since they stay away from our third-floor apartment. The garbage and garage? No such luck.
The country wins by far!
Sorry, Mississippi, you're on your own.
What about eBay? I'm sure there's somebody out there who wants a rat in a box.
Hah. I once stepped into the shower and had a rat jump out at me. That was a bit disconcerting.
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