I think I've just become notorious . Long story short , we live in the sticks . Our neighbours have chickens , and every so often we get rats in our stable yard , which the dogs tend to despatch with great glee . I've just been outside doing the mucking out , when one which was hiding in the straw has suddenly made a run for it . Trouble is it's run across my feet , on which I have trainers because it's so hot, instead of my usual yard boots, and a pair of socks . The buggers only got its claws caught in the fabric loop in my sock. I hate rats . I mean really hate them , so I scream like a banshee , simultaneously flailing my fork at my foot which I am frantically shaking about to detach the thing , screaming " get off me you bastard " and "I could do with some help ....... " aimed at the three teenagers sitting indoors at about 200 decibels . The hounds come running out just as I manage to fling the bugger off my foot with all the vigour of an Olympic discus thrower , and promptly kill it . I then decide to go and have a cup of tea to get over the shock .
5 minutes later not one , but 3 police cars screech to a halt on the drive . It seems my neighbours , who can't see into our yard because of a huge hedge , have heard me yelling , and thought I was being attacked , and called 999 . Bless their hearts . I then had to explain to 3 rather large policeman why I was yelling , as they politely and quite rightly insisted on checking the house just in case . I ended up showing them the mangled rat remains as well ! I'm going to go next door and thank them for keeping an eye and ear on us , but thank goodness my other neighbour wasn't home - he'd have turned up with a shotgun!
I'm so embarrassed .....