When I was a young boy, about seven years old, I remember standing at the top of the stairs in our old home in New England, staring down at this giant rat the size of a medium sized stuffed animal. My face was probably laced with sheer terror, as the thing turned at hissed and bore those sharp front teeth, and my dad raced to grab a broom or something and then it was gone, almost as quickly as it came. It squeezed it’s giant body into a hole the size of a quarter in the wall and disappeared.
I never saw it again, but I’ll never forget it either.
But, mice are cute; right?