And I Thought It Was An Urban Myth.

Tonight Cook came out of the hall, his face alight with slightly hysterical amusement, and reported that he had just found a rat in our toilet. Really. We flushed it, after consulting the wisdom of the internets, and it went down with only minimal panicky scrabbling. I will never ever again use the toilet in the middle of the night without turning the lights on first. Cook's greatest regret is that we failed to take a picture.

Keep your lids down, folks.