Eeeek!

Snook screamed at me from the kitchen the other day, "Mommy! I see a rat!" Rest assured, I was about 119% certain that my daughter did not see a rat in our kitchen. Certain enough that I did not reach for the nearest broom, nor did I dive head-first under my bed. But it did warrant an investigation.This is what I saw. Not a rat. But . . . . . . this is what she saw. Definitely a rat. Whiskers and all. I love you beets, but I'll never look at you the same way again.