When I was stationed at the US Embassy in Yaounde Cameroun, me and another Marine where in the basement checking doors when a rat came out of nowhere. It charged us, went for my buddy, and ran up his leg. We where both armed with pistols, side handle battons and mace. I chose the side handle batton to try and get it off of him. I missed when it was on his leg, and then paused when it got to his crotch. He was frozen with his arms up in the air. I was frozen with my arm swung back, but unsure what to do. The rat was frozen right at his fly, and we where all just staring at each other. In hindsite, it was about the funniest thing ever, but at that split second when we didn't know what that rat was going to do, it was terrifying.
Fortunatly, the rat changed directions and went back down his leg and then under a door that had a space under it way too small for it to fit, but it barely slowed down as it went under that door. We spent the next hour or so hunting for it, but never saw it again.
A month or so later, me and that same Marine where in the hallway, in front of the Ambassadors office and a rat can running down the middle of the hallway. We saw it from a fair distance, and it didn't seem to notice we where there. Pistols where not an option, and after our last fiasco with the side handle batton, we decided to mace it.
Neither of us thought this through. As the rat ran between us, we maced it, and each other at the same time. All I can say is that stuff is PAINFUL!!!!! I have no idea what happened to that rat, but we spent the rest of the day crying and trying to wash our eyes and faces off with cold water.
Eddie