UPDATE

The rat was found dead in the closet of my downstairs neighbor. OOPs!! My landlord said it was smelling up her room for a while until she figured it out.....

Peanut Butter & Poison

There are some things that just gross you out. Any reference to bodily functions no longer grosses me out. Seeing a chicken killed and promptly served to me no longer really grosses me out, though I’d still opt for the frozen bag of chicken breasts if I could. Sitting in the back of a pickup with 24 other people in super close proximity no longer grosses me out. But the Bubonic Plague still grosses me out. Supposedly it has been eradicated, but I’m not taking any chances.
I’ve had a little visitor for the past few nights, nothing scandal worthy, trust me. Scary Harry the Rat has been rattling around my room, scaring the bejesus out of me. He is pure Salvadoran, because he only ate my packages of beans, not my Coco Pebbles. He was a bit of a mystery man for the first few nights, and I didn’t catch on immediately. Talking with my momma, I thought it could just be a phantom of the oh-so adorable room where I live. However, about 4 am, Eastern Standard Time, I got up, bravely turned on my light, just in time for me to see Scary Harry jump out of my garbage bag, which is tied up on my door handle, about 3.5 feet in the air. He didn’t break any legs and he wasn’t scared to come back the next night. Since I was all out of beans for him to eat, I set out a poison piece of cheese and a poison infested drop of peanut butter (which costs $4.50 in the store that I have to travel 3 hours to get to, so I was feeling a little vindictive/spiteful). Harry came, Harry went, Harry ate, and I didn’t find him the next morning. Next 2 nights, same thing- I thought maybe I bought some defective poison. However, although no body has been discovered, I now believe that Harry is no longer. Or at least he got the message that he’d have big stomach issues if he returned to my sanctuary. I actually took a photo of my poison cheese, so I feel kind of like the witch who gave Snow White the poison apple. If he’s not dead, Harry will probably end up with a sweet princess girlfriend.