Rats, Part 6...The return.

So several weeks go by and not one rat. I actually by this time have somewhat developed a phobia about this whole thing. Finally, I have started to get a good nights sleep. Well I get up one night about 3am having to go take a whiz. I go to the bathroom next to our new bedroom, open the door turn on the light, and standing right there in the middle of the floor, on two legs with arms out, seeming to say come and give me a hug I missed you, is one of the biggest freakin rats I have ever seen. I FREAKED OUT to say the least. Immediately I shut the door to keep him in, and called to Tracy ever so softly, "Hey baby, can you go get my boots?" She rubbed her eyes and questioned me with a "HUH?!?" I said "Can you go get my boots?" "Why?" she asked. I told her about the rat, she got up, headed down the hall to get my boots. Here is where I got stupid. I opened the door. I am still not sure why I did it, but Mr. Rat took advantage of this opportunity, and ran for it. I jumped up, he ran under my feet, and was closing in on my wife FAST!!! I yelled, "HERE HE COMES!!!" At this point I like to reflect on something I used to do as a kid. I flippin loved to watch wrestling as a kid, and my favorite wrestler was Sting. He had 2 finishing moves, #1 the scorpion deathlock, #2 the Stinger Splash. We will be referring to the later. My wife, all 100lbs of her, launched herself into the air, flew across the living room, and Stinger Splashed the living room chair!!! BAMM!!!! The whole house shook, and Mr. Rat, he dove for cover under the love seat we have in the office. I immediately ran into the living room, to first check on Tracy, and then to get my boots. I was prepared for battle now, and all I can say is this rat was numero uno on my list of America's Most Wanted. "Let's Get Ready To Rumble".......TO BE CONTINUED.