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!