We've had a rat roaming around in the covered squatty potties of our house for several weeks now and have been disturbed enough by its persistent scratching to elicit some help. So our 'dad' came over, uncovered the squatties we don't use and set out rat traps.

We decided to have a "rat catching party" to make the whole thing more fun (where else are you so desparate for entertainment that you would have a party about catching a rat?!). We ate dinner, played cards and stayed up late drinking coffee.

We also made dinner for the rat.... (tomatoes, ghee and peanut butter!!)

Unfortunately, we have yet to catch the rat. I'll keep you posted. Supposedly we're going to have to drown in it a bucket when it finally comes out to eat the stuff. Ick!
4 comments:
whose your Dad?
Your husband!!!!
j/k - this 'dad' is R of R&M.
I believe all true expats must have a rat story. Welcome to the club.
Haha - if only this were the first rat... it's kind of an ongoing battle with these little guys.
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