Remember my bar in the cellar? Okay, so first there came this huge rat. I’m talking about the biggest rat I’ve ever seen in my life. And I’m not exaggerating! I have seen the rat. Once. He was climbing on the shelves when I walked in one day and he froze, like rat-in-the-headlights, and we just stared at each other. And then I nearly started crying because the rat was so big. It was like the size of a squirrel, only fatter.
I knew there was something in there. I had set two mousetraps. The rat ate the peanut butter and tossed the traps over his shoulder, laughing. I set them again, this time with cheese. Same result.
And then I saw the rat and I understood. Something else needs to be done. Maybe a SWAT team.
Meanwhile, yesterday, this little bird joined the party.
Yes, really, now there’s a bird in the cellar.
I give up. I might as well just serve them a drink and we’ll all start telling stories!