My family and I are two years out from one of the most terrifying episodes of our lives. My wife, Martha, and I began to notice evidence that we weren’t the only ones who had been in our house. And the more we looked, the more evidence we saw. On the second night after noticing this I had to get up and go to the kitchen, and when I walked into our living room my worst fears were realized. There, on our fireplace, stood the biggest, nastiest, hairiest…rat I’ve ever seen. We had a four-second staring contest and then it scampered away. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep that night. My mind ran wild as I though of all the things that thing might be doing, and I was convinced it was about to sneak in my room, jump into my bed and make my life miserable. I don’t know why I was scared. I outweighed it by about 230 lbs and could probably take it in a fistfight. But I was creeped out as I pictured it creeping around my house.
