I came home from the store, unpacked the groceries and put everything away, except for a package of rice, which I left lying on the kitchen counter. Then I went into the living room and watched TV.

Presently, I heard strange noises from the kitchen. I went in to investigate, and Oh my God, it was a world of white. Striker had chewed open the package of rice and there was rice all over the counters, in the sink, and on the floor.

After a few appropriate remarks, I grabbed the broom and dustpan and started a clean-up operation. That was three days ago and I'm STILL finding little bits of rice here and there.

I think I'll give Striker back to the Humane Society. (I'm only kidding. I still love the little rat)