Last night we had a small visitor. A rat. Throughout our time here we have had several rat experiences. They all end the same way (except for this most current one). Steve and I get fed up staying awake at night waiting for it to climb over us in bed and John buys rat poison. A few day later a terrible smell is coming from one of our beds and we find a dead rat underneath.
Last night however, I woke up to go to the bath room at around one o’clock and heard another little visitor (I really shouldn’t say little Steve compares them to house cats). I went back to bed and woke up around three to hear Steve moving his bed, john’s bed, all of the suitcases underneath the beds, and tearing down the blinds trying to kill the rat with a banana fiber doll one of the kids made me.
After much debate (me saying we should go to bed and buy rat poison and Steve saying that he was going to kill that mother fucker). We found the rat once again on a window sill. Steve moved the last piece of untouched furniture (our shelving) and we created a tunnel out of a palm leaf matt, a tarp, and a sheet from where the rat was hiding to the door. I then went outside to scare the rat from its hiding place by banging another banana fiber doll against the window while Steve threw banana fiber dolls at the end of the tunnel to make sure the rat traveled in the right direction. Around 3:45 I hear Steve shout in triumph as the rat scurries out the door. We then spent the next half hour cleaning the mess we made. But we did sleep well for the last hour and a half of the night.
Since I’m not very funny, you should visit Steve’s Blog and read about this from there. There is a link to his blog on the right hand side at of this web page.
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This made me laugh... I don't need to read Steve's... I can see you doing this at 3am very vividly!
Love,
McCurdy
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