Rat Tales, Part 2

Before I tell the short and not sweet story- let me remind everyone that my life is not glamorous, and I am, in fact, not living the dream. Yeah, we go on awesome vacations that maybe most Americans only dream of. I'm thankful for that. Teaching allows us to have 8 weeks off a year, which is also very awesome. But we don't have a bathtub or an oven. And we have rats. It's not just a rat anymore. It's rats.

You may remember my first post about the rat invasion, in which the little bugger was just sitting in the kitchen drain, waiting for us to come home. The kitchen has been off limits to me since that incident. And now, as the rat army would have it, they've gained valuable ground by taking over the bathroom.

This morning, with droopy eyes, I rolled out of the bed to use the bathroom. As soon as I lifted the seat, *bloop* a dark grey rat shape disappeared down the toilet drain. I screamed, of course. Not the best way to wake up Josh. I then spent the morning sobbing, cursing rats, and our apartment, and China. Josh did his best to calm me down, yet he refused my request to get a cat. Dang.

These rats have no limits. I can understand a kitchen sink that smells like peanut butter, but a toilet pipe covered in feces and urine!? I saw a rat I liked once. It was in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. It was flattened into a nice little grey carpet in the middle of the road. I think of it fondly.

So this morning, I held it until school. And that’s what I will continue to do every weekday. Now, I need to think of a plan to avoid the bathroom on the weekends.


Bet you're super jealous, right?