We are hopefully getting a flat!!! Amaaaazing! If everything checks out, we will be getting a studio in Uxbridge! Yay! It's gonna be a lot smaller than we are used to, but it will make up for it by us being able to save a lot more money this way. Because hopefully by next year (if we are still together and everything has gone according to plan) we may have enough money for a deposit and we can get a mortgage to buy a house/flat! The reason we are interested in getting one, is because it will end up being cheaper to pay mortgage than paying rent... AND you can do stuff to your own home! Meeeep! I hate renting as you can't fix or change anything, and it seems like a lot of the times you'd need to fix things in order to have the place up to the standards I'm used to...
I am actually feeling better today than in a little while now. Pretty much only due to the fact that we are most likely going to get a place and because our rodent problem is most likely over. I do have to say, I feel a bit drained though as the last few days with our rodent problem was pretty tense, as it was trying to chew its way through the door to get to the living room... And the shit. It was everywhere on the floor. So not funny. But it's done with now. If you want to read what happened yesterday, read ahead...
The following talks about a rodent dying/it being dead, so if you are uncomfortable with that, better not read this. And also be warned that I think the writing may be even worse quality than normal as I don't really feel like reading over what I've written, so it may jump from one thing to another...
Yesterday the little rat died. It had been wrecking havoc in our kitchen for about a week now, and yesterday it went into one of the traps (twice, funny enough) that the pest control people left. Gotta say, that was a horrible way to go. We had been getting really desperate in getting rid of the little thing, and I had suggested before (and last night) that if we had a bucket, we could make a water trap for the rat as it was not going into the 'conventional' traps. Unfortunately we were unable to make the trap as we don't own a bucket. And that actually makes me really sad, as I feel (maybe wrongly) that drowning might have been a slightly more humane way for the little thing to go.
What now happened instead, was that it had set off one of the traps and gotten hurt- don't know how or how badly, but what you could see, was some splattered blood on the kitchen floor. Then later on in the afternoon, (after I was unsuccessful in getting it to run outside into the garden) it got trapped in one of the traps. I found out about this because our housemate asked if I knew that the rat was 'gone' (or something- his English is so horrible at times) and then I went downstairs to have a look before leaving for a viewing in London. Unfortunately the rat was still breathing at that time- little rasping and gurgling breaths with its little chest moving in and out, trying to get air... I don't know how long it had been like that, but I think it must have taken at least 10 to 15 minutes for it to die. At least. That is a horrible way to go because it's quite likely its lungs and airways were filling with blood, as the little thing's breathing was sounding pretty wet... And to imagine how much pain it was in! I have no idea what part of its head had gotten caught, because when the trap had gone off, it had somersaulted so that it was upside down and you could not see the rat's head. Which I am glad for as I would not have been able to even look in its direction. I couldn't end its agony, because... I just couldn't. I actually can't even kill bugs properly, so killing a rat? Not a chance. So after I came back to the kitchen a few minutes later, the little one had stopped breathing. By this time I was already running late, so I left the rat in the kitchen as the pest control man was supposed to call me/come over later in the day (he'd been in in the morning and had jumped in the air like a little wuss after seeing the rat).
When I got home in the evening, obviously the man had not been over as the rat was still on our kitchen floor... Which meant that it had to be taken out. I could've left the job for my boy, but I decided that I can do it for him. I have to say, I really did not enjoy it and I never want to have to do that again. As I had no idea how 'diseasy' the rat was, I had to use a stick (ex-housemate's halloween cane?) to get it out of the house. The first time I touched the rat WITH the stick, I felt a bit sick and got shivers going through me. I just felt so bad. I couldn't lift the rat up as that would've most likely spun it around and I would've seen its little face all smushed, squished, and bloodied, and I couldn't have handled that. (I could barely look at my friend's hamster that had an accident and its eye was bulging out of the socket.) So I ended up pushing and prodding the little one across the kitchen floor and out of the door. And I kept talking to it, saying I was really sorry for having to drag it on the floor... I felt so bad about having to do that, as it was not a dignified way of taking it outside, but it was the best I could do with what I had. The horrible thing was, the little thing was by this time stiff as a board, as it had gone into full rigor and its little tail was a tiny backwards J...
But I have to say, it was a beautiful little rat. Such a nice sandy brown coat with a gorgeous white belly. I really hope things could've been different and it wouldn't have needed to go to little ratty heaven. Only if it would've been born as a fancy rat, I would've loved it, cherished it, and provided it a nice big home. But alas, it was a rodent, and it invaded our home- most likely by accident, but still. Adios little pretty! I hope you're reborn as a pretty fancy rat as you were beautiful!
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