So around 2 am this morning I got jolted out of bed as my girlfriend flung the covers off the bed and wouldn't stop saying "OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD!". This pretty much gave me a heart attack straight away. I ask what's the matter and it takes a few seconds to extract an answer. "I dunno, but it just ran down the stairs!" We hadn't been asleep that long, but long enough to get pretty disoriented with a start like that. "What?, like, a, what?" "A mouse!" Having not seen what the hell the thing was, I was kind of dismissive at first, but then I have to admit my imagination started to get the better of me. I put on my bathrobe and after some "yo go first" looks between us I finally lead the way downstairs to see what the deal was. On our way, we discovered a... pellet. Perhaps a badger pellet? Got to the bottom of the stairs where we have a closet for shoes and jackets and stuff. We look around for appropriate weapons but find nothing, but finally found the old shreiking lady's weapon of choice: a broom. We heard a rustling in the closet. Opened the front door hoping to shoo it outside, and started plucking shoes out of the closet with the broom handle. Didn't want to hurt the little fella, just get him to breathe the fresh air and be on his merry way. I lifted up the shoe rack and then the little bastard leaps out like a raging flame of vermin rage! A plague bearing filthy pest! A rat. I freak out and make an uninteligible "bluhwaeh" noise because the thing is about 3 times the size of creature I expected to see. As I rocked back I bumped the door to the basement which doesn't engage quite right, it swings open and the little bastard kinda half-clings to my bathrobe and skitters down into the basement. "FVCK IT!" Of course, my girlfriend had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown half laughing, half stiffling back tears (hilarious, by the way, but sure gets the blood pumping...) She missed the whole thing because she'd been around the corned in the kitchen. I tell her it is actually a rat, not a mouse, and has now retreated to the depths of the basement, where she keeps her commuter bike which she'll be needing in about 4 hours. "Fvck." I stomp down and can't see the little fvcker anywhere. I've got a broken finger and can't lift her bike, so she creeps down and we have a look around, still no luck. I keep watch while she schleps her bike upstairs. Not knowing what to do next, we just closed the door to the basement and went back to bed. You could hear it scratching, trying to get out... Not the most restful sleep. Then we got up and went to work. I've just laid 2 huge rat traps at the top of the stairs baited with peanut butter. Now, I wait. Damn you DRB. Get it straight next time.