Unfiltered Story #408243

(I am roughly ten years old, and it is New Year’s Eve. Me, my mom, and one of her friends are hanging out waiting until midnight. Chatting, eating snacks, all the usual stuff. At one point her friend goes into the kitchen, and comes back out looking kind of freaked out.)

Friend: “I think I just saw a rat in your kitchen…”

Me: *excited* “You did?!?”

Friend: *stares at me like I’ve just grown three new heads*

(I had pet rats, and one of the babies had escaped a day or two earlier. Since I also had a pet cat, I’d kind of resigned myself to never seeing her again. But with this new sighting, mom and I spent the next few minutes in the kitchen moving furniture around until we finally caught the little brat and returned her to her cage.)