Ack! Rat in the House!

That’s one of my favorite lines from Along Came Polly (when Reuben first sees Polly’s ferret in her apartment). 

Rocker and I were waiting on the elevator when out of the corner of my eye, I see Mr. Savvy doing the zowie chowie dance out the door.  "What’s wrong with you," I say.  And then I see IT.  Gasp! Horror! as IT wedges itself in between the door and the frame (as in, when you open the door, IT’s going into our apartment).  "What are we going to do?!?!?"

Mr. Savvy casually says, "It’s ok, they eat bugs.  We’ve probably already got 6 in the apartment." Gasp!  Shock! (again) We leave IT on the outside of the door and after Rock’s walk, Mr. Savvy shewed it away.  I make it sound like it was no big deal, but it was a bit of an ordeal to say the least. 

Last night we went to a garden party and there were roaches and geckos on the side of the house.  Great atmosphere amidst the candle light.  And someone said that around these parts, it’s supposedly good luck if a gecko comes into your house.  Is it me, or does that sound like what a clever parent would say to their child at bedtime.  "Don’t worry about that ol’ gecko sneaking into your bed, it’s good luck!"  I don’t know how you feel, but I’ll take my chances.

P.S. Thanks for the comments on the new blog.  I really appreciate it.