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10. My (rather, my daughter's) experience

will beat everyone's here.

I had a halloween party for the going-on-tween age kids.

The house was extra clean as usual for a party. I had one of those round top decorator tables in the corner between 2 love seats. I was able to vacuum just under the edge of the floor length topper without lifting it up so I seldom actually looked under it when I cleaned.

Well, the room was crowded and dark with only some dim scary light from the adjoining rooms. My daughter was kind of sqeezed back into the corner of the room close to that table so when she stepped down her foot landed under it on something wet and squishy and bigger than her foot.

It was a DEAD RAT!!! Swear. The real thing. Not a decoration.

We weren't aware at the time but the woman who owned the attached unit next to us was a hoarder.

We had been battling rats for I don't know how long at that point but we couldn't seem to get rid of them. I had even called the city in and had their help but still they persisted.

My poor little girl. She found the only dead one. Ew ew ew.