The Girl Who Cried Rat

We've had a rat (Rodney) in our house for the last week or so. (Or at least that's when it's existence was made known to me.) Two days ago Christina saw Rodney in the kitchen, scrounging for food. She squealed, and the "peanut butter" was put out. I didn't give much thought to Rodney since then until last night when Christina spotted him in our room running from under our desk to under my bed. This was around dinner time, so the boys checked it out and called our room clear. We went about the evening as normal, ate dinner, did the dishes, read, journaled, etc. We started to get ready for bed when Christina let out another yelp. She had seen something run from near our bathroom to behind our laundry basket. At this point in time I was seriously considering that Christina was hallucinating, since she had been the only one to see Rodney in the whole house. We had Daddy Dale come check things out, and sure enough, Rodney was no where to be found. Once again, I dismissed it and stared to brush my teeth. Suddenly I heard Christina scream again and Laura gasp and I knew it must be real this time. I found myself standing on top of the toilet seat, as I was very near where he had been spotted. Dale came back in and checked things out, but Rodney had seemingly nestled himself behind a plastic bin in our closet. We moved the peanut butter into our room, should Rodney fancy a midnight snack. I'm still a bit iffy of Rodney's existence, since I still have yet to see him and I'm thinking this scenario seems an awfully lot like the boy who cried wolf. Sadly, when he's really there, I'm doubtful I'll believe anyone. Only time will tell.