Ratatouille, anyone?
Ahh, the pleasures of a new home. There is nothing like moving into your own personal space, complete with your very own cold shower, finicky electricity, leaky toilet and sink, bed that belonged to an incontinent child, refrigerator… and pet rat.
I awoke after my first night in my new house, rolled over, stretched my arms, and looked up to find an enormous rat peering down at me from my unfinished wall. Fortunately, for situations such as this, my supervisor lives a mere 20 feet away… mere shouting distance. As the rat was not yet crawling down the wall and my presence startled him back to his lair I quickly dressed and calmly told my supervisor about my “friend”. Now, to his benefit, he quickly called someone to come finish the wall. However, as the rat was nowhere to be found, my little furry friend now has a permanent home in my ceiling and I have a new pet that will be tap dancing in my ceiling for the next two years. Hopefully I have a pet snake in the ceiling as well.
