Don’t let bathroom activities lull you into a false sense of security.…unless I’m in the bathroom.
More often than not, I’m sitting down when I need a pocketknife inside the house.
Funny bathroom story: one bright spring morning, I’m sitting on the throne when I hear the pet door flap. No big deal, my pets go in and out all the time, but this time it’s followed by a bunch of squeaking. The big black cat enters the bathroom carrying a large rat (neighbor keeps livestock and poultry, rats come in after the grain).
This rat is squirming around, and I just know that as soon as the cat lets him go, he’s gonna bolt for under the laundry machines or behind the water heater. The bathroom pistol is a .22 (so small hole) but the bathroom itself is small and even a .22 will be loud and startle the cat, so I draw the bathroom knife (a 6” green river skinner). The cat drops the rat, I lean over and decapitate it, cat gives it a sniff, shrugs, turns around and trots off.
I didn’t have a rug in there at the time, so the blood wiped up easily. Little nick in the vinyl flooring, I can live with that. Few minutes later all the evidence is gone, and the neighbor’s grain bin is permanently one rat lighter. Pwobwem sowved.
Ya just never know what’s comin’ for ya.
Parker