The Uninvited Guest

So last night I was watching a movie with Robert Dinero, sort of a thriller-creapy killer kind of flic. I heard some random noises from the kitchen but hey, figure it is just the "wind". I go to grab a small bit of chocolate before heading off to bed, walk into the kitchen room and go to unplug my cell phone from charging.
Thump... and a good sized (not the biggest I've seen, ahem dish pit wall hole...) friendly rat thumps it way down from the cupboard area, onto the scuba gear bag, and down behind the refrigerator (quaintly referred to by many as "ice boxes", is that British, where does that come from?!?.).

So needless to say the next day or two will be a revamping of food storage, clean up project, and general feng-shui'ing of the place. I do like rats, something left over from that book R.T. Margaret and The Rats of Nimh, but I'm thinking that an uninvited guest, who I'm certain was trying to nibble, and did, on the taco shells (ever heard the phrase, "don't shit where you eat") needs to banish itself to the outer worlds of the homestead... rat poisen traps anyone, an early christmas gift maybe?

not quick enough for a picture of this one... sorry, maybe when it's dead