There are two holidays today: Hammock Day and Ratcatcher Day. I have no hammock stories to share, so I’ll go with Ratcatcher’s Day, which commemorates the Pied Piper of Hamelin, who lured the rats of Hamelin to their death. When the town leaders refused to pay him as agreed, he slipped again into town in the night, played his flute, and lured the children away, never to be seen or heard from again.
Sweet story, eh?
In case you missed recent posts, in honor of the upcoming fun at Authors After Dark, I’m doing a 30-Books-in-30-Days giveaway. Okay, really it’s so I can pare down my TBR pile. Open internationally, and the book is a mystery–I can only tell you it will be either UF, SF, Fantasy, YA paranormal, or PNR. If you win, you can give me a couple of genres and I’ll match them if I can but I”m a lot heavier on some genres than others. (I don’t have a lot of adult UF, in other words because there just isn’t much coming out anymore.) You can also choose any of my books except PIRATE’S ALLEY.
Today’s question, to be entered for a mystery book, is: do you have a rat or a hammock story?
Here’s my rat story: A rat got into my house in New Orleans one time. He ate part of a loaf of bread that was on the kitchen counter and then made a dash across the floor, sending me and my roommate/BFF running through the house, screaming like girls, until we found chairs to jump on. After some discussion, we decided to be humane and get a sticky trap and bait it with peanut butter. We set it in the kitchen and the next morning, the peanut butter was gone, and a two-inch chewed-off bit of rat tail was stuck to the sticky pad. *Shudders*. Next plan: GIANT sticky trap baited with cake. Rats like cake, right? Who doesn’t like cake?
Rats LOVE cake. Next morning, there he was in his ginormous gray glory, all four feet stuck to the trap. He was one pissed-off rodent, let me tell you. Then we had a problem. What were we going to do with him? I’m not proud of our solution. Let’s just say it involved much screaming, a broom, some fireplace tools, a big can that once held popcorn and had dancing snowmen on the side, more cake, and a dumpster.
How about you? Got a rat or hammock story?