we had 3 rats in the walls trying to come in, well we know know it was at least 3 because everything stopped after that...
first you hear them, it's unmistakable: nibbling, gnawing, scratching... all you know is something is coming in
then one morning there was no hope, IT'S definitely in
i know now this is no cute little mouse
this is a HUGE rat
my brain subconsciously recalls every fact i've read about rats:
plague and rabies not a chance, i KNOW this but i've read too many horror books
fleas, maggots, bot flies, lice: check, check, check, check
the kids suggest this sticky tape non toxic whatever stuff first, i can relate, we try it
the size of the foot print found in the glue on the paper, some of which was still stuck to us, had us running for rat traps, we all slept in my bed after that
peanut butter was smeared, traps worthy of squirrels were set, we barely sleep straining to listen all night
SNAP! the noises that follow are hard to describe, no not the bad part yet, okay i'll just say it's the sound of a rat caught in a trap and running rampant through the house, but our fear of the unknown yet hearing all going on out there selves in the other room over imagining some monstrous devil thing coming to get us it was a nightmare to say the least, we found part of the trap the next morning
so now after all these sleepless scary nights since the very first scratch, we've totally had it, we admit defeat and really don't care how or where the little bastards die, but they're going or we are
we get the poison, we nearly spread it out with glee, we sleep, wake, feed 'em more for another night or few... it's been strangely quiet, not nearly as much activity at night
we find the first under the stove, it reminds me of a baby river rat it's so big, i'm shocked at the size
the second comes crawling out from somewhere and tries to follow the wall toward the food, it can barely move, we're playing scrabble and pretending not to see this monstrosity dying before our eyes, we're glued to our spots, we know what happens, we've seen all the movies, the second we think it's dead and go to it it comes back to life and bites us MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
this goes on for quite some time, play has been suspended since first sighting, one of the kids throws a sock across the room at it, it doesn't move, we swear we can see it breathing, it's our heartbeats pounding and pulsating moving us making us believe it's the rat, middle beej can't stand it anymore and grabs an old towel and approaches ever so cautiously, she nears and almost on cue myself and my eldest scream and achieve our goal of nearly making her piss herself, i love these kids... she pokes it with a shoe, the rat so stiff she had to laugh at us and herself, it's more than dead
the third rat, WARNING, sort of sick
the next morning i was getting dressed for work and my closet wouldn't quite shut, they're on rolling tracks above and i have issues with them anyway, i slammed that door with all i had 5 or 6 times i was so frustrated and pissy for some reason, i finally left it and went to work
i came home and went to sit at my desk next to my closet, specifically next to the door that wouldn't slide shut... i pulled out my chair and saw in the light what i couldn't see in the dark that morning, i was slamming the door into the rat so hard into the wall i'd busted his chest cavity completely, he was hard as a rock with the perfect imprint of the door indented into his body
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