Like Rats on Steroids . . .
Alison’s only 28 herself, and can remember leaving home pretty clearly. She told me that sometimes kids can get caught up in the romance of moving out—and she wasn’t talking about Mills & Boon or soppy movies.
She was really excited about her big move, settled into a fantastic brand-new unit and thought life was going to be wonderful . . . until those dirty rats in the back alley started up. She remembers calling her dad out in the middle of the night to chase away the monster rats that were playing tag along the walkway that ran behind her unit:
“I swear they were as big as dogs, and by the time Dad got there I was trying to push the fridge up against the back door so they couldn’t break my laundry door down! Rats on steroids! They were huge! Obviously the really big ones had taken off when Dad arrived because he only saw regular-sized ones. But I still wore my highest platform shoes every time I went into that laundry— just in case one of them had worked out a way to push past all the appliances and furniture I’d parked against that door.”
Believe it or not, there are worse things than rats. Even Alison admits that rats in the alleyway aren’t the worst problem new home-leavers can experience. While those rats were part of her adventure, they weren’t the worst.
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