Its 20 minutes past mid-night, when I wake up from my early to
bed sleep.
I realize that I had slept off while trying to work on some
presentation that’s 3 days due. However, I decide to get up because I had left
my dinner plate by my bed (don’t judge me; you also do it sometimes). Hence I
decide that like the self-respecting gentleman I am to take my
plate to the kitchen (there’s no need to invite cockroaches or any of those
funny insects), where I abandon it to wash till the day rows in (it’s in
the middle of the night, you seriously don’t expect me to be washing plates at
such an ungodly hour, do you, I thought so).
I am heading back to my room when I realise that the clothes rack left
to dry at the back veranda wasn't brought in, and seeing as I believe I am the last person to have hung my
clothes I decide to bring it in.

The back door leads to the dining which is where the rat is.
The dining is connected to the sitting room, where my brother had chosen to
sleep in. I quickly close the connecting doors to the bedrooms and the
kitchen.
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I finally use a part of my brother’s laptop charger and
chase the rat around for a bit achieving nothing, only getting it to hide under
the fridge in the dining. At this point I decide to wake my brother, who has
otherwise been having a seemingly good sleep. I had thought that I would have
been able to do it on my own and had wanted to avoid having to explain how it
got in.
He is initially hesitant to get up, saying that we should
just set poison for it tomorrow morning, but I convince him that I have it
blocked and it was best not to chance it (of course, I purposely leave out the
bit that I was the one that caused it to enter) . He finally gets up and goes
into the store which is connected through the kitchen door to arm himself with
a broom and an insecticide which proves quite helpful.
My brother cannot see the rat and I begin to hope once more
that it was all in my mind but with help of the insecticide he eventually gets
it to leave its hiding place under the fridge to the window curtains.
All this time, mind you I had been jumping from chair to
chair, which I am now forced to get down from, as we clear the chairs and table
and lift up the window curtain, leaving it with no places to hide. We chase it out
the back door that’s connected to the veranda.
Dear rat,
