DH reckons it's a bird that's fallen down the chimney, yep a really large bird with a long tail that GNAWS and scrabbles and scratches so loudly that I think it's eaten through the floorboards and it's coming to get me. Actually had to resort to calling his name very loudly (despite sleeping children) to come and rescue me and stab the rat or something. Needless to say he didn't hear me and I had to do a flying leap out of the bed to the door, while holding the now awake baby.
I'm not sleeping in that room tonight, even with rat poison sprinkled liberally. DH and DD think I'm pathetic, scared of a little,wittle rat.
AIBU?