Walked toward the kitchen a couple of days ago and what do I see but some rat droppings on the floor. The sibling and I looked at each other with disgust and the common feeling of oh gosh not again was evident! You see this same shit (uh uh) happened during the renovations and we were super grossed out then and this time too. Oh, crap (some pun stuff here)! We wondered if there was one or a bloody mischief of those rodents around the place. Okay, so it was being productive time - we bought a trap, set the bait, the darn pest scurried away. We cribbed about who let the rat/s in with the usual you did-no you did-you did-no you and… yes I am sure you get the drift. This kind of argument was not getting us anywhere and the rodent(s) was/were in our midst. The next step, based on guidance from the internet, was to follow the trace of the droppings to the nest (if there was one). Those monsters are so slick; they hide in the craziest of places we could not find them. Actually, none of us
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