Grandpa met his match!

This story is so sad, and so disgusting, yet when I think back to that day, actually, that hour, I can't help but laugh, at least a little.

I don't remember what day it was, only that it was morning and that I was supposed to be in class in a little bit, and that I ultimately missed it entirely. I'll also preface this by saying that no family member of mine likes the idea of rats.

My grandmother (human, not rat) had a doctor's appointment somewhere near our apartment that my mother was taking her to. She also had not been feeling too well as of late and was having major problems with diarrhea. My mother thought that it was getting better so ventured out. She was wrong. She stopped at a payphone nearby asking if it would be OK to stop by and use the restroom. Of course I said yes and soon after grandmother and mother were through the doorstep and rushing toward the bathroom (as much as a little old lady led by her walker can).

Meanwhile, Grandpa (the incontinent rat) must've smelled something he likes because this rat who rarely followed anyone around, woke from his slumber and scurried along toward the bathroom to see what was going on.

I can not describe well enough what a mess this was. Grandmother did not make it to the bathroom quite in time. It was a small bathroom. My mother, my grandmother, myself, and Grandpa were all in this very small bathroom racing against time to peel her pants and undergarments off so that we could get her seated. Grandmother's walker was in the bathtub with me and my mother was half-hanging off the sink. Nobody noticed Grandpa lingering between my grandmother's legs stretching his neck to see what was going on except my grandmother. There they were, almost eyeball to eyeball, staring at each other. She was laughing. He was in awe. And he would not leave!

She sat on the throne for a long time. He stared at her for a long time. We washed her, fetched new clothes, and cleaned up. They still stared. After what seemed like hours, we had her dressed and ready to go to the doctor. You'd have thought the two lovebirds could not bear to part. She strolled along in her walker looking back every so often, and he just kept scurrying after her.

To top it off, I thought I had closed the door behind me with Grandpa still inside, but he sneaked out and there he was waddling down the sidewalk. I swooped him up and let them say their goodbyes and off she went. Once back inside, I put Grandpa down and went back to bed having decided that it wasn't a good day to do anything. When I awoke Grandpa was curled up and asleep in front of the toilet.

A lesson? Maybe "It takes one to know one" but I'm not sure.

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