~ By Megon Coon Standing in the kitchen, I was wholly unaware of the creepy scaly thing just waiting up there. It was calm and patient, as still as could be, neatly curled up there just looking at me. In an instant I saw it and man did I scream as the boa constrictor unwound from the beam. “Don’t worry,” they said, “It’s eating the rats! That’s what they’re made for- they’re better than cats!” “Rats?” I said, “We don’t have those, just geckos and cockroaches under our toes!” They poked and they prodded with the end of our broom ‘till it fell to the floor and fled from the room. They got straight to work, shoved it into a sack, and I was just glad it didn’t end in a WHACK ! They took it and left it in a field far from here, I doubt if we’ll ever again see it so near. But that night I saw a rat big and black and I though to myself, “Could we get that bécquer back?”