The mystery toilet guest! ...Part Two

Jake says: I'm sure you've noticed, nobody has asked me for help. I would've just reached in there and pulled it out! I'm super at fishing. Well, maybe...well, I don't know, if it was a rat...I could handle that. Maybe! What if it was a snake? I can handle that, too! Maybe!

Just to fill you in...my uncle, my mom's brother, sent mom an email with this mystery story...he had a very exciting Tuesday morning. We loved the story so much...he gave us a good laugh...we wanted to share it with you. Enjoy!

If you haven't read the first part of this story...posted yesterday...please do...before you read the 2nd part.
Mom says, she won't post any pictures today, because, it would spoil the mystery.

Pictures of "the mystery toilet guest" will be posted tomorrow...Friday.

The mystery toilet guest! ...Part Two

Contunue here:

I race out of the hallway bathroom and into our bedroom, and fling open our bathroom door.

Jan looks at me….must have been a sight….I’m standing there in my sweats, wearing rubber gloves while holding a hoe….at about seven o’clock in the morning!

”What are you doing?” she says.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know what to do,” she asks with her wet hair combed straight down wearing only a look of confusion.

“I don’t know what to do. There’s a rat in the toilet, and I don’t know what to do!”

“A RAT?” she yelled back at me with a look of terror in her eyes that Steven King would kill for.

“I don’t know what to do! There is a rat in the toilet and I don’t know what to do! Come on. You have to see this. I need you to see this ‘cause if I tell someone about this and no one else saw it, people with think I am crazy!”

Cautiously Jan leaves the safety of the bathroom in our bedroom and enters the hall with me. We approach the door, and she slowly walks toward the toilet ahead of me….

”AWHHH GAAWWWD!

What are you going to do?” she cries loudly.

“I don’t know….I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!”

Call animal control, Jan says.

OK….So I take off the rubber gloves and lean the hoe against the wall. I tell Jan to go ahead and get finished and I’ll make the call. She suggests to close the door and put the rug under it, so the creature won’t get out. Good idea. So that’s what we do…..and leave the light on.

Jan goes back into the bedroom to get finished and I run downstairs to call animal control.

After looking feverishly in the phone book, finally finding animal control in the front, under city government, I make the call.

“Hello, what is your emergency?” the kind voice on the other end says.

“Good morning, I need some help. I have a rat in my toilet.”

“A RAT? In your toilet?” she curiously asks.

“Yeh.”

(I can tell there’s a big grin on her face as she says) “How big is it?”

“About three to four inches. Can I get someone over here to get it out?”

She takes my name and address and says she’ll make a call.

She calls me back three minutes later to say animal control is on its way. Will be there in about 20 to 25 minutes.

I make my morning coffee while waiting….very black…..not very hungry right now. 10 minutes go by, I pour a cup.

Finally, about 25 minutes later a van with “animal control” on the side pulls up to the curb. Really glad to see it.

I meet the young courageous lady at the door. She is armed with a fishing net and a towel. A fishing net and a towel? I thought.

Hey, don’t tell her I was going to use rubber gloves and a hoe. Man, what was I thinking?

We go upstairs……the door is still shut. I described what was in the toilet…..furry, big tail almost to the water…still alive!

I open the door, she walks in ahead of me. She puts her head right down to within inches of the front of the toilet, looks in, and says “Awwwwww…….”

I said “awwwww what? What do you mean “awwwwww”?

“It’s a baby….a baby squirrel…a flying squirrel…..it’s called a Sugar Glider. Was probably someone’s pet,” she said.

Someone’s pet?, I thought to myself. Hmmmm. And I was ready to go get my .35 remington marlin rifle and blast it!

She grabbed up the water-logged thing with the towel and held it like a baby right after a bath.

She said it probably got into the house when we had a door open, “cause they do that,” she said.

Ok, I’ll take her word for it.

We took the “thing from the toilet” out to her van at the curb and I took a few pictures, ‘cause Jan and I will never forget this.

The animal control officer put the little thing in a small cage. “This will be the story of day,” she said with some finality.

After talking a few minutes, the rescuer drove away and the danger of the morning disappeared. Whew. What a morning. And it’s only about eight o’clock.

I’ll be inspecting this house for the next several months (how about years?) for sure. I will always wonder why the thing was so wet. There was the time at about five o'clock this morning when I got up as nature called. Hmmmm. I wonder if.....forget it, not gonna think about it.

All’s well that ends well, I guess.

If I live to be 130 years old, I will never look in a toilet the same way again.

Keep a light on. (:==---

The End.

We hope you enjoyed the story and
maybe had a good chuckle...

PICTURES will be posted

...TOMORROW with follow up about critter.