I am a simple girl who wants to be prepared for whatever comes my way. It started with a rat. While my husband was out of town, a huge, disgusting rat from hell came into my kitchen. I was alerted at 5 am by a loud SNAP. Ugh. I was telling the story to some friends, about how sickening it was to pick up the dead body of a rat, and the father looked at his young daughter and said, “Don’t grow up to be a sissy like her.”
But he was right. I decided then and there that I would not be the shrinking violet cowering in a corner. Now I spend my days thinking about how to survive the worst possible scenarios. Rats, look out!