Thursday, 1 July 2010
"There's A Rat In Da Kitchen What I'm A Gonna Do"
The other morning, our friend, who is staying in the tiny villa beside us, told us that a little kitten jumped in her path as she strolled the few metres home the night before. The husband and I raised eyebrows...was there a little kitten on the premises?
And two nights ago, sitting by the pool enjoying the sultry evening air, my friend and I shrieked with alarm as we spotted a giant rat running around inside our villa, climbing the glass walls and looking for all intents and purposes, very much at home.
I begged my friend to step inside the villa first, make sure the coast was clear, then shut the door behind her as I cowardly made a mad dash to our bedroom, slamming the door and executing a rather ungraceful, flying leap into the marital bed, clutching onto the back of my snoring husband for dear life.
"A rat! A rat! There's a RAT in our HOUSE!"
Distinctly nonplussed, he mumbled something which sounded suspiciously like "You imagined it", then drifted back into heavy slumber.
Ha! If I were to imagine such a thing, my brain surely couldn't have come up with the gargantuan measurements of said rodent in question. It shed some light on the 'little kitten' theory to be sure.
When I informed our landlady, the illustrious Mrs. Putu, she, to her credit, feigned horror - her tatooed-on eyebrows raised into identical arches of shock, informing me that tomorrow she was having a special ceremony to bless and protect her newly erected buildings. She assured me that the priest or whatever would say a special prayer to get rid of the rats.
So that's sorted then.