The Nut Cracker

The other night I woke up in the early hours of the morning to a scratching sound on the floor.

“oh no!” I thought to myself instantly.

“We have rats again!”.

We have had a bit of a problem with rats outside over the years, but never in the house. Those little creatures get me into a bit of a cold sweat, I know they are probably more scared of me then I am of them, but the freak me out!

I try to nudge my husband awake, gently at first, but he is one deep sleeper, and I am starting to get a bit worried that these turbo rats are going to try to jump into bed with us, so I start nudging him a bit harder.

I give him a big push, or more of a hit, then I hear a blood curdling scream, and he instantly sits up in bed, clutching to his man hood and groaning.

It seems I misplaced my hit, and when I thought I was getting his leg, I did not see in the dark that he was laying on his side, not his back, and I had accidentally hit my husband, in the nuts, hard.

Well, I decide to leave him be, to groan in peace, and put on my brave face to find out how many monster rats are on our bedroom floor.

I creep, tentatively towards to bedroom door, I crouch down, prepared to jump at any moment the killer rats strike…………. then I see the cause of the noise.

The fan was making a giant drawing the kids had done for me move around in the breeze, and the sound of the paper rubbing against the floor was making a scratching sound.

So it turns out that I hit my husband in the balls, all in the name of a piece of paper!

Sorry hubby!

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2 thoughts on “The Nut Cracker

  1. Lol, your poor hubby. One night I had a dream that a spider was on the ceiling and was letting itself down on a long web, as they do. I tried to jump off the bed, over the top of my husband, in fright, except as I wasn’t actually awake I totally misjudged where he was and landed right on top of him. He wasn’t impressed.

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