Where Mom, Where?

Clara has always been very concerned about where people are. It’s not unusual for us to run though a long list of family and friends throughout the day identifying who is at work, home or elsewhere.  If those people have dogs we have to do a run down of those too. Tonight we picked up our friend Jessie’s dog Finley and that started Clara off.

Where Jessie Mom?

Where Cooper Mom? (Jessie’s other dog)

Where Ivy Mom?

Where Dad Mom?

Where Piper Mom?

Where Storm Mom?

Where Trip Mom?

Where rat go Mom?

-Wait what?! How did a rat get in the list of family pets?!!? Well, as much as I would like to feign ignorance of our rodent issues, Christmas is coming and if Santa isn’t a fan of pouting and crying I’m thinking I better not lie either…

A few weeks ago I heard rodent noises under the kitchen sink, I opened the cupboard but didn’t see anything other than un-tripped empty mouse and rat traps. Then I heard rustling in the drawers next to the sink. Irritated that a mouse was boldly rummaging around when I was right there I opened and slammed shut multiple drawers in some odd misguided attempt to either scare it away or squish it.  Instead a giant rat leaped out and almost landed on my feet. What followed I’m ashamed to admit was that girly scream that I seem to reserve just for rats – which then caused chaos to break out in the house. Clara stood up on her kitchen chair at the table and start crying, the rat disappeared,  Piper tried to knock down the pet gate into the kitchen to follow it and John yelled down from upstairs wondering if everyone was OK.

In my defense I had bare toes.

Anyways, I’m not surprised that Clara is still talking about the rat.

Clara -” Where rat go Mom?”

Me- “I don’t know where do you think it went?”

Clara- “Pantry…. You shoot rat in pantry Mom?”

Me- “No. We don’t shoot things in the house.”

Clara- “Uncle Tyler shoot rat Mom?”

Me- “Not in the house.”

Clara- “Where Uncle Tyler Mom?”

Me- “At his house.”

Clara – “He cut up deer Mom?”

Me – (shit)

Fortunately I was able to derail Clara from rats and cutting up deer by talking about Uncle Tyler’s truck he was fixing. Now if I could just keep her from ending every sentence with “Mom” I’d really be getting somewhere!

10 comments on “Where Mom, Where?

  1. Helen says:

    Jessie, your stories are the greatest! Someday you can compile them in a book. As you know, I have my own rat stories. They also sometimes include that girlish screaming thing–a sound that doesn’t seem as if it should be coming out of my throat!

    (Do you remember my account of the rat that ran diagonally across our livingroom floor one evening as Neil and I sat in the livingroom visiting with G. Siggie and G. Neil. A measure of their aplomb and grace, is the fact that they said not a word, but went right on with the conversation!)

    I have more than a chapter of rat stories.

  2. Susie says:

    I think shooting rats in the house is acceptable.

    • Jessie says:

      Apparently so does John, I just had to have a conversation with him discouraging such activity… I mean really, have you seen Ratatouille?

      the clip isn’t in English but I think you can get the gist…

  3. Jenny says:

    I love your stories and I am sorry rats have to be involved! I hate them the most out of anything in this whole world. I don’t kill snakes anymore because they eat rats!!!
    Rats make me scream like you and I can use some serious foul language until my heart starts beating at a normal pace.

  4. Susie says:

    I fear it isn’t long until we all turn into our own versions of this Ratatouille woman.

    • Jessie says:

      I just pictured you, Jenny, Helen, and I all camped out in our nighties with our shotguns waiting for rats to appear, I’m not sure if that’s hilarious or frightening!

  5. John says:

    I’ve seen your shooting. Definitely the latter.

  6. Sarah says:

    I still have the shivers thinking about this story. Rats are nasty.

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