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“Husband: Apalling!
Wife: Oh, you’re always complaining.
Husband: What’s for afterwards?
Wife: Well, there’s rat pie, rat pudding, rat sorbet or, uh, strawberry tart.
Husband: Strawberry tart?
Wife: Well, uh, it’s got some rat in it.
Husband: How much?
Wife: Six. Rather a lot really.
Husband: I’ll have a slice without so much rat in it. ”

Well, this immortal classic by The Monty Python Boys very much sums up my past weekend… Apart from the pie part. But the rat one is pretty accurate…

I’ve had a house guest, some might call it at room mate – I’ll just call it annoying, bordering on the intolerably gross.

A rat payed me at visit – waking me at 4 am Saturday morning, with some not-so charming crittery sounds. Coming from my kitchen, and hallway, and eventually my BEDROOM.

Man as I am, I tried to hunt it down, armed only with a bicycle pump and a squash racket. To no avail! Brused ego, and hurt masculinity ensued – so I called the super (the next morning).

Things were set in motion. Professionals were hired. Glee was all around.

The exterminator came today. Set some traps.Which turned out to be quite effective.

Now, switch – if you will – to Monday night, 11.30 pm:”BAM,” something said in my kitchen… And then sounds! Sounds which can only be described as “spasms” – “rat spasms”.

And lo and behold. One very dead vermin had gone to those Big Sewers in the Sky, that Heavenly All-you-can-eat Garbage-Buffet. It is now an ex-rat…

See for yourself! (Not for the faint hearted, squiemish or animal lovers…)