Love these stories! Years ago my husband had a church ministry and our family moved to a big old parsonage in a very small town. One day I went down to the creepy old basement to change the cat litter box and decided to do a general sweep of the floor while I was at it. I went into a little side room that had no light and my broom ran over the top of a huge rat with a loooong skinny tail. It lunged at me. I threw the broom and swear I didn't touch a single step on my way upstairs. My shrieking brought hubby and our two little kids running. Hubby bravely crept downstairs with a flashlight and a big stick. He came back up doubled over with laughter, carrying a piece of fuzzy insulation over a foot long that had a thick wire wrapped around it and trailing behind. When I ran my broom over it, it rolled toward me. I'll never forget my terror.