Last night my roommate Christy and I woke up because rats had waged war on us.  They had chewed through the string holding up our mosquito net in two places, causing half of it to fall on us while we were sleeping.  We then attempted to scare it out of the house, only to have it peek out from the wall, run across the wall and outside, and then run back in, over and over, as if saying “I’m not afraid of you.”

Also, the glue trap we had placed out was not only unsuccessful in trapping any of our unwanted house guests, but was covered with plastic bags, which rats must have dropped on it from our collection of them hanging on the wall a little ways away.  And my washcloth had been pulled off its hook and dragged to the corner of the bathroom.

Needless to say, it was difficult to go back to sleep with the sounds of squeaking from inside our wall and the fear of a toe getting eaten off during the night.  I would be thoroughly annoyed if it wasn’t so hilarious– I think our laughter and attempts to scare away the rat probably woke up most of our neighbors.

I wonder who is really trying to evict who from our house, and which side will be successful.