And not the cute, fuzzy, endearing creatures the movie makers want us to believe are out there.
They were more like the R.O.U.S's from the Princess Bride.
O.K. not quite that big. Maybe this is a bit closer to what the creature brought to my mind.
I'd much rather deal with mice.
The sucker I saw this morning, as I flicked on the kitchen light, had to have been six inches long (NOT COUNTING THE TAIL). What would that have made him - like a foot long creature from the dark abyss. Like some mutant from a government experiment gone bad. He made a quick get - away via the last bit of unfinished sub-floor under our Red-Neck Sink.
Time to clean up the table scrapes. I guess our slothful dining habits, when not cleaned up, create mutant rats.
I know what Prince Erik is doing this weekend.
And what I'm doing until he finishes the nasty job.
Excuse me while I shiver and shudder for the millionth time this morning.