So. Into my hands, little roof ratlet, before you can eat the soap or something stupid. Yep, into my hands, onto my shoulder, into my hair, and down my back. Then jumping to the tub. There followed a short damp race, as the ratlet popcorned about the tub like its little ratty ass was on fire and I attempted to catch the sprightly little mofo.
I did not catch the sprightly little mofo. The sprightly little mofo sought refuge UP MY PANTS.
Context should have known better.