...and so castles made of sand/ fall in the sea/ eventually...
So, remember the rats? (http://jen-chan13.livejournal.com/288543.html)
We called up the apartment management office and filed a work order saying we had rats living under the dishwasher. Well, someone came by yesterday while we were at work, but nothing was visibly done about said rats, and there was nothing written on the work order slip other than "Think they have rats." and the date. Obviously, they think we're making this up. Perhaps I should have not cleaned up the dusty footprints? In light of this, last night I laid down a sifting of flour on the kitchen floor, to track their movements and prove that they exist - sure enough, little footprints appeared and made tracks from under the dishwasher over to the kitchen entry.
And remember how I was feeling content not to bother the rats, so long as they weren't bothering me? Well, as of this morning that's officially changed. The rats have declared war, and I shall destroy them with extreme prejudice.
They ate my chocolate.
ETA: Management sent someone by to lay down sticky traps and poison in the kitchen. Finally.
We called up the apartment management office and filed a work order saying we had rats living under the dishwasher. Well, someone came by yesterday while we were at work, but nothing was visibly done about said rats, and there was nothing written on the work order slip other than "Think they have rats." and the date. Obviously, they think we're making this up. Perhaps I should have not cleaned up the dusty footprints? In light of this, last night I laid down a sifting of flour on the kitchen floor, to track their movements and prove that they exist - sure enough, little footprints appeared and made tracks from under the dishwasher over to the kitchen entry.
And remember how I was feeling content not to bother the rats, so long as they weren't bothering me? Well, as of this morning that's officially changed. The rats have declared war, and I shall destroy them with extreme prejudice.
They ate my chocolate.
ETA: Management sent someone by to lay down sticky traps and poison in the kitchen. Finally.