Rat Attack

Today I bumped into a rat while I was closing the gate. It had a chunk of (refrains from imagining) meat in its mouth. It stared at me. I stared back. It then proceed to scurry towards me.

I had two option. One was to try and stomp on it. I chose option number two, and that was to scream. Sheirking my level best, the rat, startled, hopped and pranced in the other direction.

My dad, brother and sister had their entertainment as daddy reversed from the garaged.

These sadistic beings, labelled family watch with glee as I did the most horrible jig ever in the name of the rat. And throughout it all, the goddamn meat never leaving the greedy bugger's mouth.

I wished that my dad's car squashed it. *Splat*

Later on...

Dad: You should have stomped on it
Me: O_o
Dad: Then it would have died
Me: (Inwardly: ewww...)
Dad: Now it got away. Wasted

P/S: And people ask why I hate hamsters...*Sheesh*