The following is a story about a furry guest to our flat when we taught in Kyiv, Ukraine. I had e-mailed this to family and friends back in March 12, 1999. Maybe it is one of those “you had to be there” but I thought it was VERY funny at the time and even now these 13 years later.
“I just have to tell you about our “book” study tonight. We usually have about 12-14 people over every Friday night and they are mostly bachelor men. There were more women tonight but the mix is very international. We have one Scotsman, one British gentleman and one German. The rest are Ukrainian and all very interesting in one way or another.
Anyway, Nicolai is a very quiet, computer nerd type who comes, but he is always late. Tonight was no exception, he rang the doorbell after all 12 people were settled in our living room. He also came in with a rodent which was crawling all over the sleeve of his jacket. At first I was shocked that he had this white mouse in his hands but he quickly arrested my surprise by producing a cut-in-half, plastic 7-Up bottle that he put his little pet in.
Meanwhile, my husband was overseeing that everyone had recited their memory verses in the adjacent room. This seems to be the Ukrainians’ favorite part and they do it well. So as not to disrupt the meeting, I asked Nicolai to bring his little pet into the kitchen and put it on the counter for safe keeping. I was still in shock that he had even brought it along with him. (I didn’t recall that Ken had asked for “show and tell.”)
So everything went along smoothly until the phone rang when we were in the middle of prayer at the end of our study. Ken jumped up to answer the phone in the other room and no doubt checked the kitchen to see about treats that we would feed to our guests afterwards (another favorite part of the guests’ evening). What to his wondering eyes did appear but a nice, healthy mouse inside a bottle!!! I could hear movement in the kitchen as our prayers continued in the living room. Judging by the noises, I just KNEW my warrior husband was doing combat with the mouse [I had no idea that the first thing he grabbed was a potato peeler to stab the little creature] The next thing I heard was his opening the entryway door and throwing the bottle (with mouse inside) down the garbage chute in the outside hallway, it tumbled nine stories below [think "As Good as it Gets" with Jack Nicholson throwing a dog down the chute].
Mission accomplished, my fearless husband had protected me from the rodent surprise in our kitchen. Immediately after prayers were done, Nicolai headed for the kitchen not knowing the demise of his pet. I followed close behind him knowing I would have to help smooth out the inevitable outcome for poor Nicolai. This was going to be an unpleasant reality for him. Keep in mind that the mouse had plunged nine stories to its final resting place, “rat heaven.” As soon as I told Nicolai that my husband had undoubtedly disposed of his pet down the chute, he bolted down the stairs (disregarded the elevator) to check the garbage bin in the basement.
Eventually Nicolai came back to our apartment looking dejected and I didn’t even have it in me to say I was sorry. I did explain to him that Americans don’t like mice in their kitchens and Ken had only done what husbands feel naturally inclined to do, KILL the rodent! Nicolai left early knowing that he should never bring his furry pets to our place again.
When all our guests had left, my husband gingerly informed me, “Did you know there was a mouse in our kitchen?” I had to tell him yes and that it WAS Nicolai’s pet. End of story…or so I thought.
The sequel about Nicolai’s “mouse” was that he did admit to Ken that it was his fault for bringing the pet the other night to our home in the first place. Then at church the following Sunday he showed me his NEW pet that he had just gotten for “big bucks.” He told me that I should show it respect and then he informed me that it was a baby rat. I had to admit that it DID look cute with little beady, black eyes for a white rat. However, my husband is quite adamant about Nicolai NOT bringing him to our home next Friday night. Hopefully this is the end of story…”