"So... How are you going to get rid of it?"
That was the "Ummm" moment inflicted by the girlfriend/wife soon after I confirmed that ratty IS there. En passant and as swift as a samurai sword's deft swish through the gullet.
Of course. It is is chewing up my bedroom door trying to get out.
Again these are moments when regret flashes through the mind. Catty would have been VERY useful. Sirrah! Go cat Go! Your next meal/game awaits within that pile under the bed.
Wishful thinking, with catty doing a 'salutation to the sun god' stretched supine next to the voice across the telephone.
Still does not answer the question though. True. Valid. And truly confounding.
Besides the rat does not like Hungarian sausage bait in a mouse trap. Damn!
Everytime I walk into the bedroom and ginderly open the door I hear the quick scurry and a jump onto something. I almost feel like I am intruding into the private captivity of the rat.
What remains to be seen is how we shall rid myself of my scurry friend...
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