Anonymous wrote:Suddenly Im thinking about the movie Willard .
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Ack. I'm never ever going to use any toilet ever again. Bring on the Depends.
this is exactly why I use my neighbor's yard...
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This only happens in DC because of the antiquated sewer system and it crosses storm drains
We live in Bethesda. It happened to us. And on the second floor of our home!! The rat was huge, and fortunately, dead. I flushed it immediately. In retrospect, I should have taken a picture of it. DH and the kids still think I was having a nightmare. But this was before I had an Iphone handy. Still brings chills down my spine whenever I think of it.
STOP IT NOW. No more stories, keep that shit to yourselves.
It is actually comforting to me knowing that others have experienced this. I was accused of being in a drunken stupor when I told my DH what I had seen at his mother's home. Of course, he told her. She said I must have been drunk because in 38 years of living in that same Bethesda house, no such thing had ever happened. I now literally leave food scraps in the toilet whenever I am there, hoping a rat will take the bait and bite my MIL's ass.
OMG. This is the most beautiful thing I have read all day. One can hope. I have the same MIL. My condolences.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This just happened to me. I live in Takoma DC. I woke up early, went down to the basement to use the bathroom, and saw something in the toilet. It was dimly lit so I assumed it was lint from the dryer or something and tried to flush it. It didn't flush. Then I realized it was a big rat and it wasn't moving.
I freaked out at first. I thought that I was surrounded by rats or something. After some research I poured some laundry detergent on the rat and was able to flush it. I'm not even sure if it was dead. I understand that when they make it to a toilet bowl they are usually exhausted so perhaps it was resting or something.
After looking into this I think it is a one off. However I am going to leave something heavy on the toilet seat for a few weeks and will start letting our 2 cats down there. I don't think I'm going to tell my wife. She'll freak. She's 8 months pregnant and doesn't need that on her mind.
This is totally so,etching my husband would do. And yes I would totally freak and never pee on that toilet again.
Anonymous wrote:This just happened to me. I live in Takoma DC. I woke up early, went down to the basement to use the bathroom, and saw something in the toilet. It was dimly lit so I assumed it was lint from the dryer or something and tried to flush it. It didn't flush. Then I realized it was a big rat and it wasn't moving.
I freaked out at first. I thought that I was surrounded by rats or something. After some research I poured some laundry detergent on the rat and was able to flush it. I'm not even sure if it was dead. I understand that when they make it to a toilet bowl they are usually exhausted so perhaps it was resting or something.
After looking into this I think it is a one off. However I am going to leave something heavy on the toilet seat for a few weeks and will start letting our 2 cats down there. I don't think I'm going to tell my wife. She'll freak. She's 8 months pregnant and doesn't need that on her mind.
Anonymous wrote:This happened to is when my daughter was little. She was potty training and one Saturday morning she needed to use the bathroom. Good girl, I said. I went to make sure the seat was on the upstairs toilet and found a rat swimming around in there. Thank God I found it first! I think my daughter would still be in diapers if she had done. I slammed the lid down, put something heavy on it and helped my daughter downstairs to the lower bathroom. I called my husband who was on travel to report. I have never used the f word so liberally and creatively in my life.
I let it swim around a bit til it tired a little then I killed it.
No sign of others then or since.
Good luck, OP. I feel for you.
Anonymous wrote:This happened to is when my daughter was little. She was potty training and one Saturday morning she needed to use the bathroom. Good girl, I said. I went to make sure the seat was on the upstairs toilet and found a rat swimming around in there. Thank God I found it first! I think my daughter would still be in diapers if she had done. I slammed the lid down, put something heavy on it and helped my daughter downstairs to the lower bathroom. I called my husband who was on travel to report. I have never used the f word so liberally and creatively in my life.
I let it swim around a bit til it tired a little then I killed it.
No sign of others then or since.
Good luck, OP. I feel for you.