Because I know that many of you are curiously awaiting to find out what happened next in the land of the suspected rats, here's the update.
Last night, upon arriving home from work, my roommate and I cleaned out all the storage stuff under my bed and moved some wicker baskets. We found nothing. No droppings. No chewed up cardboard. Nothing. They mysterious rats or mice or whatever it was that made the distinct noise below my bed left no signs of existence. I never actually thought I'd say this, but I was hoping to find some sort of something that would indicate that I'm not crazy. Ugh. However, because of my ridiculous fear - yes, I'll own that - of these pesky creatures, I was weary of sleeping in my own bed. Solution: sleepover time. Yes, I slept on the rat-free floor of our house in my roommate's room and got a great night's sleep.
Tonight, I plan on going back to my own bed, braving the potential rats. Like a big girl.
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I've killed several mice, but rats are a different business. They did overrun our school, but that was because the sewage lines to the portables weren't hooked up properly for 2 years. Our students and teachers were sitting over their own waste that was precariously close to infiltrating the creek nearby and who knows what else. The rats loved it. I am sure that your residence isn't as dirty. Are these tree rats? They were in my attic for a while when I first moved in. I even had a staring contest with one in the garage. He won.
you can do it!
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