A Tale of One Dead Rat:
Three nights ago the I heard a noise from the bodega. The rat has returned, leaving rat turd in his wake. Last chance, I thought. I got the can of flypaper glue and applied it on the floor of the bodega near the door and by the rat hole the rat chewed through.
Two nights around 1:30 AM I checked out my trap. Sure enough I caught the bastard (okay, it looked smaller but still kitten size, and with all the behavior I've observed I'm hoping it's the same rat that's been tormenting me all this time). When it saw me it SQUEALED like nothing I've ever heard before. Even Pa heard it from the 3rd floor. I got a hammer and whacked it 'til it shut up. The end.
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