Dammit

[torquill]

Every three days.

Every three fucking days we end up chasing a rat around the house. Then we lose it again.

It's been at least three roof rats, as we've ushered two of them out the door... but a few days later, there's another rat.

I think the latest one is in the living room with us. The screen is closed to keep the cats out. My rage is sufficient that I may postpone cleaning off the dining room table and baking, so that I can instead turn the whole place completely upside down. All books off the lower bookshelves, anything with hiding space under it blocked off or lifted off the floor, etc. etc.

I'm tempted to leave it all that way, too, if we're going to have a rat in here every three fucking days.

So sick of it.

Edit: We got the latest one out. After working my way all around the circumference of the living room, systematically eliminating hiding places, she teleported past me into the kitchen and got driven out the back door.

I'm ready to crash... but at least they can't hide behind the bookcases anymore. I nudged the wire going to the old stereo and got a flash of fire -- turns out it was chewed down so much it shorted across a piece of lint. That's been unplugged now.

Comments

[knaveofhearts.livejournal.com]

Could it be the same rat, three times?

Aren't they smart enough to remember how to get in? I don't know much about rats to be honest.

[luna-torquill.livejournal.com]

If you were chased by cats and biiiig monsters for hours, had to run like blazes trying to find hiding places as you ran, and were hungry for days because there was nothing to eat... would you go back in?

It's hardly been an amusement park for them in here.