'll share another story involving my mother several years ago. She has since passed away, but I still laugh when I reminisce.
My mother, being of Asian heritage, more specifically, Thai is not afraid of things that would scare the typical mother. Being the first generation out of Thailand, she has experienced things that would make the normal person cringe in fear. Therefore it was no surprise when she decided to take on the swamp rat problem in our screened in back patio. For those of you who don't know, a Florida swamp rat can grow to over 12 inches in length and weigh a pound or so. Just think of a white lab rat in camouflage and on steroids.
Late one evening we set up our ambush point in the back of the house. My mother chose a broom stick and I chose a pellet rifle as backup. No African elephant hunter had as much excitement as I did that day as I peered through the curtains, our makeshift “blind”. After a short wait we were finally rewarded by a giant swamp rat coming out of the gloom, climbing along the ceiling rafter. This beast was a He-man among rats, a particular specimen to be envied. Surely he had a letterman jacket stashed among his belongings. My mother and I silently approached the beast, my mother in front to gain his attention, me in the back, ready to take the shot. My mother silently nods her head and I take the shot. The world stands still for a moment, time has stopped and I learn two valuable lessons that day. Number 1- sight in your rifle before shooting dangerous game, and 2- Swamp rats are not timid creatures.
It’s strange how you have a moment of clarity before all hell breaks looks. In high definition super zoom vision I see the pellet impact on the beast, hitting his right rear toenail, 3rd toe –rear leg. Whether it was a reaction from his wounded toe causing him to jump, or an extremely agitated state causing him to attack, I’ll never know. What I do know is that I was jolted out of my tunnel vision with my mother screaming and running around with a rat on her back like a little animal backpack! I will say that she remained a brave soul, screaming “shoot it!...shoot it!”. I feel helpless because I knew shooting my mother would be a worse fate. It is far better to not add insult to injury. Ever watched swamp people where the guy keeps hollering “Shoot-em Elizabeth!! Shoot Em!”? There ya go. That’s how I felt.
I do the right thing and scream like a girl, my piercing scream causing the rat to abandon his attack. I retrospect, I’m not sure if the creature was afraid, or that he thought he heard the 8 second buzzer. Ty Murray never had a bull ride as fine as the one that rat had that evening!
Asian people can be a funny lot sometimes. You would think her anger would be towards the rat who attacked her. As fate would have it, I became victim #2 of the broomstick.