Before Uncle Marx could finish the sentence, a massive rat headed toward the bedroom, spun around, and ran back behind the dresser. That certainly surprised me as I immediately sprang up and stood on the high stool I had been sitting on. Uncle Marx leaped up and stormed forward. In a split second, he had tiptoed on its long tail and was trapping it in one spot. The rat made helpless squeaks and turns, but he did not let go. "I knew it," he loudly shouted. The first shout from him. "Open the door, Captain." In a split second, I had the door opened and was back standing on the stool. Uncle Marx let the rat loose and kicked it with such force that its eyes were probably popping out of their sockets. It struck the roof with the loudest bang, got stuck up there momentarily before it splattered on the floor right in front of him. Oh no... what I was looking at was Uncle Marx's slipper. The rat had swiftly vanished outside already. Just like that, it escaped. Uncle put his slipper back on his foot, being very careful not to hurt himself by touching his bunion. Back on his stool, he exhaled and said,.....