The natural habitat of Rattus Norvegicus Trashicus
There is a rat in my garbage. I call him Trash Rat for lack of a better name. I don't actually know that it's a he, as I haven't seen him/her/it close enough to be sure, but for the sake of argument I'll just say him. Trash Rat hangs out in the courtyard, in the little nook where all the trash cans are kept. He's a noisy little bugger; I heard him before I ever saw him. I've only actually glimpsed him twice. Each time I must have startled him, because he dashed out from behind the cans and down into this mysterious square hole that exists for reasons I can't even fathom.
I've considered setting a humane trap for him, lest the apartment managers find out and decide to dispatch of him in their own heinous ways. I'm not sure where I would relocate him though; and besides, it's kind of nice having a rat in my own backyard; or rather, my own courtyard.
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posted by Sophielynette @ 8:27 PM