Well, one of them any way. My husband had been busy around the house and yard. We had thought we heard a critter in the house and it seemed large. He thought it was a rat, but I thought it was a mongoose (there are a few in the neighborhood). He put out a few rat traps just in case. Some of those have a heart live traps and some of those "snap its face off" traps. I decided to just leave the door open and see if my mongoose would leave. Sure enough, the signs and sounds of him disappeared. So after a couple days we took up the traps. I was in the kitchen cooking lunch when I heard this odd metal cling noise. I assumed one of the kids dropped something. Since my husband was on the couch in the other room, I quickly figured it was nothing because I heard nothing from him. Right? Well, moments later, I heard my baby, Ethan, start up a panicked painful scream. I ran out into the living room, but I couldn't find him! I looked while I listened for him to scream again. He was behind the wood stove. I was horrified. I screamed to my husband (who had been SLEEPING on the couch) No, the wood stove wasn't on, but we had forgotten a rat trap behind the wood stove. Ethan had figured out how to get up on the platform and found the rat trap. Thank God it had smashed above his chubby lower forearm and not on his fingers. He was so mad and hurt that he was covered in sweat. He had this big purple raised welt on his arm. Horrible Horrible. I cant believe I forgot it was back there. Cant trust a rat trap. However, I should be able to leave my kids with Daddy to watch them for a few minutes while I make lunch, yes?
THIS is not a toy. Especially not the rat ones that we used. They are huge. Makes me ill thinking about it again.
