there's a rat in my study
my encounters with rats aren't few n few between. and at this very moment as i type, a living running active rat is trapped in my study. i've no clue wat to do and will leave it as is, despite hearing many disturbing sounds of items dropping and other strange sounds i cant decipher. haiz... this rodent problem has resurfaced time and time again ever since i was a kid... we always had rat traps around... and i'll always remember looking at the scary looking rat caught in the rat trap, its agressiveness due to it knowing that it'll be killed soon.... n then there was that period of time during college when a couple of rats just wandered leisurely into our living room. n my experience of "mr remy" running across my bare feet while walking along a food street in bangkok. to comfort myself, i tried to imagine it being like ratatouille's Remy who cleans his feet regularly... lately, due to the unhygienic, unconsiderate, loud tenants next door, rodents have returned. which explains this latest addition to my collection of rat memories.