The pitter patter of little feet....

I keep thinking I hear the screams of little ratties, bleeding to death in our roof.

This morning I was dozing and had a wee dream that a snarling rattie jumped through the bedroom window and landed on me, trying to bite me, and I couldn't cry out to get Adam to come and get the rat off. Eventually I was able to call him, and we held the spitting, writhing rat down until we could throw him out the window.

hehe.

Awesome eh.

I dreamt about a rat!