Wild ratlets

So, Andrew and I were down in our room today, just hanging out. Then, his mom called us up for dinner. Andrew was closer to the door, and when he stood up to go upstairs I saw him stop, look at the floor, and say "Whoa! Hello there."
Then he said "Check the cages"
I stood up, looked at our rattie cages (they were all acounted for), and then looked at the floor. Sitting there was a pale brown rat, about the size of one of our girlie rats.
We think it may have been sick, because when Andrew moved towards it, it didn't move. Any wild rat would have run away... unless it was someone's pet who got loose. *gulps* I certanly hope that's not the case!
Luckly Andrew had a wicker trashcan that was not in use right next to him. He turned the trashcan upside down on the poor ratlet, slid a piece of cardboard underneath, and we carried the rattie outside. We released the scarred rattie outside right next to the dumpster.
I hope our rat stranger friend is ok now...

-Von