Rat

Who knew that a single comment about a rat during the workday would generate so much interest? Huh.

So...the rat.

First, I should tell you that several years ago, the building I work in was being remodeled and a lot of interior work was needed. When the basement ceiling right outside of my office was ripped out, a dead rat fell on the floor. Right in front of me. Eeeeww. It was all dark gray and ratty and nasty. Yuck.

But most recently, there was an episode of a rat in a cabinet. (Not in my building, but at another location.)

Staff was looking in a cabinet and shrieked, "Rat!" My thought was, field mouse? Not a rat, right? The large gray blob at first looked like a giant piece of steel wool. Or maybe a dust bunny. A dust bunny from the most terrifying pits of hell. But dust bunnies and steel wool don't move on their own accord. Nor do they move with purpose toward a loaf of bread.

Um. Rat. Rat? RAT!