I’m sure every living human beings out there would have at least experienced seeing a rat either running, stealing, or a dead one. I see that almost everyday on the road side. (must be the ones who lost a mating contest..)
Anyway, there was this rat (could be more of them) who has been stealing my dried chilly. My washing machine happens to be next to it and that has become it’s dining table. It’s a mess everywhere… I’m fine with that Mr Rat. You were hungry and you had to eat. I can forget what you’ve done and perhaps maybe even let you eat more. But now you have gone a little too much by having a party in my guest room, on my couch and even on my bed! How did I found out? You left your beautiful looking shit (I thought it was black beans) all over. Although they were dry and doesn’t really made so much mess, I still prefer the ‘tahi cicak’ compared to yours.
Have all the fun tonight and tomorrow because this weekend, I have a surprise for ya! I’m sorry to say that our relationship will have to end in a tragic way. After all I am still the master of the house. For now I will be cleaning up your mess just for a little while….