Bought a rat trap - do not want his children's cousins moving in.
|in case you're wondering, he is not in this photo|
I love to walk through IKEA. If we need one or two specific things, we stay downstairs and go straight to the Marketplace. Otherwise, it will take a couple of hours to stroll through the room displays. What makes this room work? What do I love about this area? How could I duplicate this at home?
On one excursion, we were wandering through the kitchens, looking particularly at their storage ideas. One of the pleasant things about IKEA is its hands-on attitude. Touch it, sit on it, open it, inspect it. One kitchen had a pot on the stove top, its lid slightly tipped. Curiosity can be dangerous. I lifted the lid. Inside, an eight inch stuffed rat was curled up (they sell them as stuffed animals in the children's department). Its tail popped out of the pan as the lid came off.
Yes, I screamed. Two employees nearby snickered and giggled, laughing at my reaction. Apparently, I was the one caught in that rat trap.