A Tale of One Rat Bastard, Part 2:
Two days ago we caught a rat with the newly purchased Japanese brand flypaper. It wasn't the rat. Hell it was barely half its size, which was still bloody big. Now I know when to listen for scratching noises in the bodega.
This morning someone moved one of the three sheets of flypaper I set for "Big Brother" Rat. Must ask the maids later if that meant something was caught last night.
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