So, now that I've been published in Shelli's column, my family thinks I'm a celebrity. Every time I relate one of those funny stories someone says "You should put that on your blog on MySaline". Either fame has its price, or my family has low standards of fame - probably the latter.
But, the other night at dinner I did manage to remember a "MySaline worthy" story.
I don't know how the subject came up, but I over heard daughter relating a tale her 5th grade teacher had told about rats in the toilet. Think about it. A rat in the toilet.
It's a scary thought!!
Which reminded me of when my daughter was little, probably about two or three. We lived in an older house, with old plumbing, in Arkadelphia. She was in the bath, I was sitting in there to make sure she didn't drown you know, and I had to pee. So - I peed. Only, when I stood up and reached over to flush - I saw the disappearing tail of a mouse being flushed down the drain.
I did what every young mother would do in that situation - I screamed. Loud.
Then my daughter screamed. Loud.
My husband came in the bathroom to see why we were screaming, to find me watching a rat pill slowly floating its way to the bottom of the toilet bowl, and my daughter standing in the bathtub screaming (I had stopped screaming by this time.)
My husband and I stood there together, staring into the toilet bowl at the rat pill as I tried to stammer that there was a rat in the toilet bowl! (I had living proof - there was mouse poo in the toilet, I guess all that screaming scarred the poo out of it).
Finally, Mark reaches over and flushes the toilet to flush the mouse poo away - and darned if that mouse didn't come back up in the toilet bowl again!!
I screamed, my daughter screamed, and my husband had the forethought to put the lid down on the toilet bowl. I put about 4 heavy books on that thing which were only removed over the next few months for a REALLY quick use of the toilet.
I related this story to a friend who lived on the next block - she had also had the mouse (I'm sure it was the same, evil, man eating mouse) in *HER* toilet bowl too! Only at her house the mouse had managed to get out of the toilet and run through the house. She said she and her husband had chased it around the house with the plunger, until they finally chased it back into the bathroom and it escaped back into the toilet bowl.
She was keeping a cinder block on her toilet lid.
It was a rough few months around the neighborhood for a while.