RAT!

This probably goes in the category of – Things I shouldn't tell anyone about.   But I'm going to anyway.  Yes, this is our house, and this is our lamp, and apparently, this is our rat climbing up our lamp in our house.  We were watching a movie, I was stretched out on the couch, and this not-so-little guy scaled the lamp and watched us watching him.  I had enough time to get off the couch, get my camera and take a picture!

He's cute.  Admit it.

Where did he come from?  I think he squeezed into the house through a crack between attic and hallway.  At least there was a bit of insulation inexplicably scattered on the floor by said crack several weeks ago.  I think he was a little lithe pre-teen rat and then he spent two weeks hiding out chez Warren and quickly aged into an angst-ridden, ravenous, in your face adolescent rat with an acne-ridden complexion under that fur of his.  That journey up the lamp – Challenge, pure challenge.

So we cut him loose, broomed him out the door and said, "Go ahead, try to make it on your own.  Good luck.  Don't get anyone pregnant."  Just what we don't need on the farm – more lamp rats.