One time I was entering a crawl space, the area under a house. This particular crawl space was accessed via an exterior hatch in the side of the house. I put on my crawl space suit and gloves, opened the hatch and crawled in with my flashlight to take a look. The crawl space floor, which was exposed soil, was covered in a sheet of thick black plastic which was buckled in a few spots. I put my hand down on the plastic, right where a buckle was, and wrapped my hand around a rat that happened to be sitting in the buckle of the plastic. I screamed as it squeezed out of my hand and disappeared down the buckle in the plastic. Ahhh, crawl spaces.