It’s the year of the Rat, according to the Chinese zodiac. It’s the year of the Rat in my house, literally.
Early in the year, as Chinese New Year was approaching, we saw a rat scampering about our home. Set the rat trap, caught it after a couple of days, and was taken care of. (Don’t ask me how it was taken care of, or the animal lovers will be at my throat, even though this is a probable-disease-carrying rodent we’re talking about. Anyway, I didn’t take care of it, so I have no say on how it was to be taken care of, so there.)
Then we have another rat in the house. Maybe it’s a reincarnate of the first rat, because this one is more aggressive and smarter than its predecessor. It managed to wreak havoc in my bathroom – shitting all over the place and knocking over the toiletries, get caught in the rat trap (I swear it was caught, M saw it in the trap and she made me go see it) and in the next moment, escaped from the trap.
We didn’t see or sense its presence anymore after that, so I assumed that it found its way out of our home. I started to leave my room door open (because the last time I did that when there’s a rat in the house, it went into my room and I went to bed with the door closed with the rat with me, OMFG my skin is crawling remembering that time) and stopped being paranoid.
Today, today… I was minding my own business, checking my blog at six in the morning (I know, I’m crazy, I love my blog, sue me!) when a fuckingasshuge rat charged towards me. I screamed blue murder, at six in the morning, when everything was still quiet and life hadn’t really begun yet. Not that it forced the rat to change directions. It went under my chair (luckily I had my feet up on the chair!!) and under the shelf next to my computer table.
Is the fucking rat stupid or what??? Why would it go towards the direction of a human, and also where the source of light was coming from?! And there was no food anywhere near me!!
I sat frozen on my chair. I wanted to leave, but I wanted to stay at the computer. Then I remembered my room’s opened door. I scurried upstairs to close it, then I went down again. I was hoping that it might have run off to hide somewhere else in the house so I could continue with my blogging activities.
I stood at the staircase, staring at my computer and where I think the rat was. Good thing I didn’t go back, because a couple of minutes later, the rat surfaced from its hiding place. I shrieked again, and it saw me and stood where it was. I shrieked again (I tell you, I’m not a screamer but man, rats just freak me out, especially one that charges toward your direction for no goddamn apparent reason. It’s a tribute to my primitive ancestors, my animalistic shriek.) and it hid behind the table where my CPU is.
That was it. I ran back to my room and hid until M came back from her morning exercise.
I’m traumatised!!! 😥
Got tagged by MarG to write about my life in six words. Crazy! Anyway, here’s my attempt to write about my whole life thus far in 6 words:
Eat, sleep, shit, read, sweat, love.
Yeah, mind-blowing. I know. 😉