By Hook Or By Crook |Flash Post 326
Button, you are aware of huge rats partying in our terrace garden night after night, digging up huge chunks of earth, eating new shoots of plants and sprouting herbs, chewing on clothes and leaving gaping holes on them.
Not forgetting the big poop pellets they were leaving back to show us their care-a-damn attitude!
You are also aware that we found out the spots they were making their entry through and instructing our contractor to block those gaps. When we didn’t see their tell-tell signs, we were ecstatic that we had finally managed to put an end to their rave party.
A few days back as chotididi sat eating breakfast, she got startled when she found my gaze transfixed on something over her shoulder. The first question I asked myself before announcing to her what I had seen was to be sure if the furry pest scurrying down the railing was a squirrel or a rat! I didn’t see a bushy tail that squirrels have but, since I was not sure, I didn’t say anything to her as she is terrified of pests. I thought I’d double check if what I had seen was a rat or a squirrel first.
But a squirrel is not a pest.
My bad. But, the next day, as I sat looking out at the different shades of green of the plants in our garden, I saw a movement along the same railing again and walked up to the door to make sure what it could be. To my horror, I discovered that it was a rat. Seeing me, he continued to scurry down the rod stepping on the terrace and, turned around to stare at me as if to say– try as you may, you can’t keep us out. We are far too clever than you can imagine.
Does that mean that the rats have returned?
We haven’t seen any tell-tale signs yet.
Could they be slow-dancing to Mozart’s concerto you play every night?