Yesterday morning, my husband and I were roused from sleep by a little intruder. Diane, one of our cats, had caught herself a little friend — a rat— and was cornering her in one of the bedrooms. My hubby got up, hoping to catch the rat himself. But then, rodents do have the speed to escape predators and groggy men at 2 in the morning. The rat got away, slipping under the door crack and towards the rest of the house.
Just like that, we had a rat roaming in our home. The thought of having an unwelcome guest who could eat our food, chew through our clothes and turn our soft furnishings into their personal degustation table can be very stressful. She was so small she could hide anywhere. Ever the problem solver, my husband vowed to buy a pricey mousetrap to solve this predicament. On my part, I kept the doors open during the day while I was home and hoped and prayed we’d catch him.
With no sighting of the rat close to midnight, we decided to go to bed. Lo and behold, there by my nightstand was our unwanted guest. Diane eventually chased the rodent so that it scurried under my husband’s bedside table. Tapping into his inner MacGyver, my husband used shelving and packing tape to enclose the rat until she had no recourse (and perhaps a case of mouse-trophobia) but to dart out of our bedroom and out our front door.
I can’t help but think that rats to houses are like fears and unwanted thoughts to our minds. When they arrive, make sure to have an M.O. for extricating them, and be watchful so we can corner them and catch them. I do believe it’s actually easier to get rid of a negative thought than a rat. But like naughty little cats, we sometimes prefer to corner the pesky rodent that irritates us, and play with it until we’re tired and grumpy and have wasted our day.
Hmmm, deep thoughts on a Thursday anyone?
Change your thoughts and you change your world. – Norman Vincent Peale