There's a rat in the fridge....what ima gonna do

Because of where we live (in an Ohana unit, which for those of you not in Hawaii, is an in-law unit). We have no space in the house for our fridge and so this is located on the lanai (porch). It has faired well for the past few years considering that it is exposed to the elements. But finally it may have met it's match, after typhoons, rainstorms, sunlight(which can do major damage here) it started eminating a foul odor. I made Mr Man do some hunting to see where the smell was coming from. After just a few minutes he found the source; a rat had chewed it's way into the back of the fridge and made the fatal mistake of sticking it's head into the fan, presumably the fan was off when this happened, the fan kicked on and there went the rat. And so Mr Man removed the dead rat and threw him into the horse pasture (they don't care). But thanks to the diligence of poppy the cat the rat was carried into the living room for us to praise. GACK. Again I had Mr Man bring it out and we haven't seen the rat bastard since. But now the problem is that we think the rat bastard broke the motor that runs the fridge and we are stuck between getting it fixed ($$$ because of where we live) or buy a new one ($$$...well....because it is new). So for now we have to freeze huge bottles of water in the freezer (this oddly works fine) and transfer them to the fridge. I know this sounds so exciting to all of you, but really it's not.
I will leave you with something to ponder.....this is for those of you that watch TV. There is a Snickers commercial where this Grecian formula looking dude gets shot down at the end of his date and when he returns to the car to sulk about it sees that there is a Snickers in his glove box, when he opens it there is a tiny little woman who tells him not to fret and proceeds to stroke his ego until he bites her head off. Um...........yeah.
And I leave you with a pretty picture from the Big Island.