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.
On opening the door, I think I see a black object but I
dismiss it. I go on to open the door wide and carry in the clothes rack. That’s
when I see it, a black rat, which jets in. I close the door quickly but too
late, the deed has been done. My first
hope is that imagined what I just saw but after checking the hope vanishes.
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.
I stand on a chair, scared by the thought that the rat could
climb on me (yes, I am scared of rats, aren’t you), I quickly assess my
situation, I have no weapons (broom, long stick, anything) to chase or kill the
rat. Scratch out that last bit of killing it, my mind can’t reconcile killing
something that has blood coursing through its body.
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,
I had thought of going down the route
of live and let live, don’t disturb me and I won’t disturb you, which would
have made me and you living buddies. But I realized that I wasn't paying
rent and working my off ass to let some rodent like you live off my resources,
especially when I know that we won’t be able to come up with a mutually
agreeable living arrangement, knowing fully well that even if we did my other
siblings would not see eye to eye with me on that.