Scenes From Real Life Horror Movies: Act 2 “Toilet Rats”

This is a Public Service Announcement for anyone who happens to have a toilet and would like to also have a crippling fear of getting bitten on the ass by a rat.

Let me lay some scene on you: It was “popcorn & movie night” at the M.I.L.K household, an extra special treat we have when mom can’t handle cooking dinner – basically every Friday. We were all snuggled on the couch under piles of fleece blankets, mom and dad trying to feign interest in the Madness’s movie choice, numbing our frontal lobes with gin. It was winter in Washington so, even though it was early, the world and the house were already Halloween dark, save for the glow of the screen and our smart phones.

I get up to pee.  Husband and the Madness sit entranced by whatever princess nightmare Disney has whipped up for us. Well, she’s entranced. I’m pretty sure he’s playing online poker. Family time.

“No, no,” I say, “don’t pause it.” Please, God, just let it end sooner. I stumble into the familiar darkness, skirting abandoned legos and various other toddler traps on the way to the john.

As I near the restroom, I hear a funny drippy splashy sound that makes my stomach drop. I don’t want to open the bathroom door. If everything is flooding, I don’t even want to know.

But I do open the door, because maybe it’s not as bad as it sounds and because I have to race like a piss-horse. Cringing, I flip on the light.

Splish splash, drip drop.

The sound gets louder, but there’s no leak to be seen. Maybe the toilet’s just running, I think. The sound is different than that, but still familiar in a way I can’t quite put my finger on.

I flip up the lid.

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I start to scream but, even in that moment of total panic, I know I can’t, because in the other room I’ve got a kid who has only just FINALLY started to use the toilet. I just let out this horrible little whining keel sound as I slam down the lid and dance around spastically like there are rats crawling up my legs.

I can still hear it swimming round and round. Splish splish. It’s trying to claw it’s way out. The lid of the toilet twitches and I jump a foot straight up. I slam the garbage can on the toilet lid and then walk VERY CALMLY out into the living room. Calmly, like someone on meth trying to buy groceries.

“Honey,” I say, sweet as pie and quietly enough not to draw Mad’s attention away from the twirling princess onscreen. “There appears to be a rat in the toilet.”

He looks at me like I’m speaking Farsi, so I repeat myself, trying to communicate the seriousness of the situation with only my extra-crazy eyes, smiling beatifically (like a psychopath) the whole time. I just keep thinking The Madness can NEVER find out about this. EVER.

He follows me into the bathroom asking me if I’m sure. Seriously. Am I sure??

“I dunno,” I snap. “Maybe I just saw a turd and got spooked. That Princess movie has really gotten into my head. Of course I’M SURE.”

I let him go in first. He takes the garbage can off the lid and rolls his eyes at me. The lid jumps. The husband nearly brains himself tripping backwards into the bathtub.

I smirk. Who’s crazy now, huh? He peeks under the lid, slams it back down and puts the garbage can back in place.

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“There’s a RAT in the toilet!?” he shouts, “How the hell did it get in there?”

“I don’t know,” I hiss. “I didn’t put it in there. And LOWER your voice.”

We both freeze and listen for Madz. Nothing.

“We have to get it out of there,” he says. “The kid’s gonna have to pee eventually.”

“Thank you, yes. I was not intending to turn our toilet into a rat aquarium.”

“But how did it get it there??” He’s obsessed with the how and why. He asks like eight more times. As if it’s pertinent.

“It must have just swam up. We could put it in a garbage can?”

“They can’t swim up. That can’t happen. It must have been in the house and crawled in.”

“That’s even less likely! How the hell is a rat going to climb up the toilet? It’s way too slippery. I’m telling you, it came from the sewer.”

We argue about this for approximately five minutes. I win.

“Fine,” he caves. “So how to we get it out?”

There’s a moment of silence while we listen to the thing scrabbling desperately at the porcelain sides of the toilet. He’ll drown, eventually. Poor little guy must be scared to death. I decide to call him Ben. This is turning into a rescue mission. “Teamwork.”

Husband gets a garbage can. I put on the big rubber gloves I bought for a paint stripping project that never happened. Then I grab some kitchen tongs. Handy things. Deep breath. White knuckes. Not that you can see ‘em inside the Personal Protective Equipment. “We’re gonna save you, Ben,” I say to the toilet lid. “Nobody’s dying on my watch. Not on popcorn and movie night.”

Husband looks at me like I’m crazy. “Well sure,” he says, “since every other night is such a massacre in these parts. You have to draw the line somewhere.”

He holds the trash. I flip open the lid and bite back a scream as I half prod, half scoop Ben into it. We hustle him past the Madness, big smiles on our faces, and release him into the wild. Which is to say the alley behind our house.

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“Run free, Ben,” I call into the night, worried about him all wet in the dropping temperatures.

“And please stay the hell out of our plumbing,” adds Husband.

I throw the tongs away.

We go back in. We sit next to Madz and eat popcorn with shaking hands (after washing them, like, a thousand times). All I can think is, what if it was her? What if our potty training two year old had been the one to pop up and run to the potty all, “I can do it myself, mommy!” only to find a terrified, scrambling rat flopping around in there. Lifelong constipation. I mean, I don’t even think our very good health insurance would cover THOSE therapy bills.

Still, I tell you what, it was a long time before I could take a blind piss at 3am without doing a lights-on rat check. Not to freak you out or anything, but I suggest you do the same.

10 thoughts on “Scenes From Real Life Horror Movies: Act 2 “Toilet Rats”

  1. Sooooooo? How did it get in there?! My sister had frogs in hers, came up the pipe. But rats? I’m not sure I can pee in my own potty now. Found you through Bloggess Pimping action. I’ll be back!

    • Welcome! The rat got in through the sewer and swam right up, same as your sister’s frogs! Turned out our sewer line was swiss-cheese, which was a way bigger problem than the rat 😛

  2. That’s horrible and hilarious at the same time. I probably shouldn’t thank you, though, because I have a serious, real-life, irrational fear of finding a snake in the toilet.

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  4. will never get up to pee at night without looking in the toilet with a light on again Thx for warning.- just had a though – hope our prolific squirrels and chipmunk will stay outside because they are fast little critters – don;t think they can be water boarded

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