Days went on, and nearly every night, the crunching.
Crunch, crunch, crunch. Crunch.
During one session, our rat began to develop super-rat qualities, I was convinced. The nosie I was hearing sounded more and more like it was coming from two legs. With feet. Not paws mind you, feet. I had started to take sleeping pills just to get through the night. They helped. And then, it seemed our upstairs neighbor began adapting to our schedule. 3 a.m. became 4 a.m. became closer to 6 a.m. Was he/it/they trying to make us feel better about this situation? Could we possibly go another week with this?
Well, not really. In a few days, we would be leaving for Colorado for the long Thanksgiving weekend. What if the trap goes the day we leave and the funk sets in? Will we be able to handle it when we open the door? And will the rat, or rats, find their way into our house to have their way with our foodstuffs? What then? What in the world do we do if giant tree rats are having their way in our house when we get back. What then?
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