ungrateful bastard
Well, I don't know much about rats. I didn't know they bit things. I got Nutmeg out of the bathroom though because by this point he was jumping every couple of seconds because he was being bullied by this rat. I was now equipped with heavy duty garden gloves and lots of plastic bags. I admit to thinking that this was all a bit unnecessary but I went about trying to catch the bugger nevertheless. (On my own I'll hasten to add - the other one was on the other side of the door telling me to keep my gloves on. As I said, wuss.)
They jump high don't they? He tried to bite me and a few times he nearly succeeded in biting off my face. He did bite my hand once but naturally he didn't get past the gloves. Which was good. So then I tried a different tactic and tried to get him to go into the plastic bags. He wouldn't, but then I put one over the one he was sitting on and he burrowed into it - and I grabbed and held on. Hard bit over. Went to the front door, emptied the bag and thought that he would be grateful for being rescued and scamper away. Nope. He came back for more. He tried to bite me again and then he started going for my feet. So I escaped back into the house and retreated to the nearest corner to have a nervous breakdown.
So I'm asking please, if anyone knows that piper's mobile number I'd be eternally grateful, just incase another one makes it's way into the house.



