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Rats. First there was a huge pile of junk left by the previous tenants. Then, there was the incident with the raw sewage backing up into the basement. Now: rats. RATS, dude.

Those who know me know that, despite my rough exterior, I am scared out of my balls of rats and mice. It's amazing that I ever had a hamster.

It all started on Saturday when I heard some scurrying in the walls of the garage. Scurry scurry scurry. Silence. Throw something against the wall, scurry scurry scurry. Fuck. I plugged in one of those ultrasonic pest repellents in the garage and that seemed to piss him off a bit, but he's still living in there. At least one of him... maybe more. Scurry scurry scurry. No wonder there's so many friggin' cats hanging around. This morning I open the garage and I pick up a screw and fling it at the wall and I SEE him through the boards that make up the back wall. He looks BIG. Bigger than my hamster big. Fucker.

At least I was able to make my peace with the garage rat. Susie told me that we'd just have to learn to be friends and even though I'm scared to death of him coming out of the wall and running up my pant leg while I'm working on a bike or something, I decided to live and let live and just leave him be. I was working on the Rally yesterday and I'd work for a while, hear him scurry scurry scurry, tell him to keep quiet and stay in there, and he'd comply. Nice little working relationship.

Last night, as we're getting ready for bed, I walk into the room and I hear something that stops just as I walk in. So I stand in silence for like five minutes until Susie walks in. I tell her that I'm hearing things and that fully freaks her shit, so now we're both freaked. Despite the freakiness, we climb into bed and decide to sleep with the light on for a while.

A while after that, we wake up and decide we're ok and turn off the light. Then, somewhere around 3:30 we both FREAK THE FUCK OUT because we can hear scurrying in the walls, or in the room, or in the vents or somefuckingwhere and it's LOUD. Dude. So scary to wake up to. The next couple of hours are spent banging on the walls and checking the vents and thinking about getting a big old mean and hungry cat and trying to figure out where he is until we finally hear him running around in the attic. He sounds BIG. Like the size of a small dog.

At that point, I actually felt a little better. I'm pretty sure he can't get into the house from the attic, because the walls are stuffed with this weird sand-like insulation that nothing could possibly burrow through. Not sure if he could get into the vents from up there, but I think no. We decide to sleep in the guest room (because we don't hear him from there) with the light on and Susie's computer on and a fan on to provide enough white noise to mask him out, should he still make any noise.

Today, Susie's gonna call the property management people and see about getting him and his garage buddy exterminated. She also said that if they won't take care of it, then she'll put traps up there herself because she's not a big old pathetic wuss like me. I'm not going up there. Ever.

So... that's my weekend.


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Aug. 25th, 2003 12:02 pm (UTC)

There's never just one of them. Seriously.

We had mice at our Crapitol Hill place and let me tell you ... hearing that noise made my skin crawl. Now, I'm not really scared of them like you are, but there's something about them being IN THE WALLS that's just straight out of a horror movie. I couldn't sleep at night because they'd be scurrying around, scratching at the walls. I was terrified they'd somehow find a way into our room and under the covers at the foot of the bed. And then they'd bite me and I'd die of some rare disease or whatever.

Man, it's just one thing after another for you guys with this new place. That's the suck. Those property management people better do what you say! Gah.
Aug. 25th, 2003 12:02 pm (UTC)
Maybe you should talk with that white cat. See if you two can't come to an arrangement.
Aug. 25th, 2003 03:36 pm (UTC)
that's my suggestion as well. Maybe crazy white cat's just been trying to warn you about the rodents.
Aug. 25th, 2003 12:43 pm (UTC)
heya - i went over to the property management place, and there was just one person there (who was new), she said that more people would be there this afternoon, and they'll call me. She also said she thought they did exterminators for other people, but she wasn't sure.

Aug. 25th, 2003 03:13 pm (UTC)
oh how the mighty have fallen...
now, i remember moving into our house in marmora where we had a mouse (and a few of his close friends) holed up in the wall of the garage...we put steel wool in all of the places where he might get in or out as well as some traps (one of which in one of the kitchen drawers)...one morning, my son tells me he heard the trap go snap and sure enough, it caught the mouse by its head...as his father was gagging and his sister was screaming, he said "cool" and put it in a paper bag and threw it away...yes, you were the primo mouse catcher...what happened? c'mon kid, you're from jersey, you gotta a rep to uphold...fuckin' a-right!
Aug. 25th, 2003 03:17 pm (UTC)
Re: oh how the mighty have fallen...
I remember that...

His tail was still moving when we opened the drawer and, as the trap had caught his little head, blood was oozing from his eye. Still, rats are different.
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