Rats, Part 1!!!

It all happened about 6 years ago in the little place I like to call home. We had just finished remodeling our house, and things were going pretty good. Well one morning I was getting up to go to work, and I am not one of those people that can just jump up, get ready, and go. I need about an hour to get woke up, get motivated, and get going. So this particular morning, I got up, and fixed the usual bowl of cereal, sat down on the couch, and commenced to watching TV while eating my Peanut Butter Captain Crunch. (my fav) While I was in the middle of my breakfast I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look, CRAP A RAT!! Now I am not talking about your run of the mill house mouse. I am talking about your foot and a half long, steroid eating, greasy, good for nothing, spine chilling, warf rat. He was in my house, MY HOUSE!! Well what did I do, I watched him. He was just walking around, checking things out. He even looked in my boots. All was well, and I was just wanting to see where he came from until...he headed for my girl's rooms. Snap, now I have to take action, so I get up, find a flashlight, and start looking for him. I didn't know what I could do as far as killing him, I mean I have a gun, but not in the house. So I looked around for a stick, bat, anything that would work,... ahaha, my boots. Yes I said boots, I could stomp him to death, so here I am in nothing but my underwear, holding a flashlight, wearing my work boots. Yes a horrible sight to say the least, but now I was off to hunt rat.........TO BE CONTINUED.