The never ending rat stories

I should start to count the stories the rats have brought into my life. My first month here I never saw one rat (not even the pieces of them on the roads). But since then I have had enough to bother any person who can't stand to name such a creature.

The latest in the rat stories has been the most lively episode as of yet. I was spending the night at Jim and Taras place last week and I had decided that I wanted to make them a meal. It worked out nicely to make them a Mexican dish. Easy to put the meat together and I had learnt the week before how to make tortillas (Bekah and I had cooked Mexican for the single staff earlier that week) (might I add here that I had never made tortillas before in my life and I had never expected to make them in India of all places but that is another story all together). So in the end for this particular meal I had made a beef mix that was to go on the tortillas along with graded cheese, tomatoes and other such ingredients. I had put two small blocks of cheese into the cheese grater, placed it on a plate on the counter and then left the kitchen to let Jim and Tara know the meal was ready. Of course it took a few minutes to come in and actually start the meal.

As I looked at the cheese grater something seemed wrong. I saw that there was only one piece of cheese when I was sure I had put in two. It was found and there it was between the wall and the counter top oven. Not totally far from it's original placement but much to far, in my opinion, for Taras thought of it bouncing out and landing where it now lay. I looked it over and thought I saw a few bites taken from the corners but I kept it to myself for I know Her feelings towards rats.
Well she decided to look under this counter top oven and there was our most friendly little dinner guest. From there it was a panic of "how do we get it out of the house?". With all the doors closed to all possible rooms of the house and the one door to the outside open. All curtains pulled up from the floor and all chairs moved aside. With both Tara and myself standing up on the couch and chair the rat whas shaken from it's happy little home and sent scurrying across the floor. Its first attempt for a room promptly failed and it headed for the magazine rack. There it found a lovely place to hide with all of Hollywoods great and famous as well as some of Bollywoods equal counterparts. In a place where it could have learnt to keep a better home it was safe for a short time. It was a blessing in disguise, for the rack was easily moved to the outside of the entrance door along with its new occupant. With a bit of tapping from the handle of a broom it was sent on the run one last time before it disappeared into the darkness of the night. Off to find another home with cheese sitting out on the counter to be taken with glee.