RATS! (Gee, I'm punny)

This was my comment added to Anna Schweikert's blog. Please see www.andreaschweikert.blogspot.com - "A Night to Remember.":

John came home one night from work to see me sitting on the counter-top reading cookbooks. What's up? A mouse had run across the floor, and I had to sit for HOURS waiting for him to come home and rescue me. Cookbooks were the only thing I could reach to occupy myself.

Another time, I saw what I thought was a rat come out from under the dishwasher and run into my baby's bedroom (Skeeter was just shy of 2 years old). John and the kids were in bed, asleep. I vaulted onto the countertop again, and screamed bloody murder for John to wake up. I (with a capital I) was NOT going to sacrifice myself and run in and save my son. But I screamed until John did it. He did the towel thing under the door to keep it in the bedroom that night (yes, Skeeter was now OUT of the bedroom), so he could sleep and deal with it in the morning. I took Skeeter to bed with John and me and slept fitfully. The next a.m., John discovered that rats or whatever this thing is cannot be stopped by a mere towel. It had shoved it or pulled it aside and escaped. John finally found it and cornered it while wearing leather gloves. Turns out it was a weasel. He took it outside and drowned it in a 5-gallon pail that was outside and full of water. (I know - what were we thinking - Skeeter could have drowned in it.)

Anyway, I felt your pain while reading this.My word is recopher (remind anyone of gopher?).