You know what I hated most about living in my old apartment? Having someone living right over me. Never bothered me during the day, but at night, when I was trying to sleep, my old neighbor walked around like he had bricks tied to his feet. I could hear every drawer open and every closet door close. And some other details I could have lived without…. But he was a nice man who once gave me a Christmas tree and so I’m glad I never said a word.
Seven months into my move at the Bungalow I see I have a new neighbor. I hear him at night, right above my bed. He walks a lot lighter but I can still hear his little feet, and the scraping or chewing that is taking place. (probably another detail I can live without knowing) He’s not paying rent so he’s going to have to go.
The question is – how the hell is he getting in? I’ve walked around the house several times, inspecting every tiny nook and cranny. I crawled up on the roof to see where there’s a chink in the amour of my fortress. It’s killing me that the rat is smarter than I am. He obviously figured out a way to get in. He’s also been smart enough to avoid the allure of peanut butter baited trap.
Lately – he’s been quiet. Maybe he met his demise by a neighbors cat. Or maybe a neighborhood owl. I can only hope.