life with an un-dead rat
Posted by adiamondinsunlight on August 19, 2007
It turns out that I was a bit optimistic (or delusional) in taking the rat-shaped lump on my rocking chair for an actual dead rat.
I’m too embarrassed to admit what the “rat” turned out to be, but suffice it to say that I had been wondering where some of my freshly laundered undergarments had gone.
Meanwhile the rat wars continue. I’ve barricaded my closet door shut with a chair, and judging by the pile of gnawed-door shavings spilling out from the closet onto my floor, the rat is not pleased.
That’s all right though – neither am I.