Yes, The Title said all.
Sometime yesterday my mother freaked out because of a rat in our downstairs bathroom (which is pretty big, at least enough to fit a jacuzzi and still have room), so my father went downstairs. He found it but it's eyes entranced him and he got away before my father can react.
Today, my mother wanted to start the laundry earlier, but she wouldn't go to that bathroom (it has two hampers for dirty clothes and our washign & dryer machine) so I went down and tried to find it (with everything, a flashlight, cheese, paper and a bag) I proceeded to fail the mission.
So around 4:30 pm, while I practice my electric guitar- I hear a high pitch scream. Running (Falling) -same thing) down the stairs to my mother's room I find her crying and very hysterical. The rat was actually in the clothes hamper (the one place I didn't check -.-'') and when my mother find the courage to do the laundry it crawledon her hand and in panic my mother dropped everything in the washing machine.
So my father and I teamed up to get it out (ignoring my mother's scream to 'kill it')
First Attempt: One of my father 'Corona' pj pants was put in the bag, us thinking it had the rat in it.
First Attempt: FailedAfter getting all the clothes out, the rat decided to hide under the beater (the thingy that moves the clothes while it's on?) and so we drowned it out.
Second Attempt: Bingo!After it came out, my father captured it with a bag, and we walked to the field (which is directly across the street from us) and let it go. It forever hides under a trunk while it dries off (or we assume).
The whole humorous thing was.....it wasn't a rat. It was a mouse.
