We’ve named our little house guest Steve. Being a Norwegian Tree rat, we should have named him Sven or Lars, but Steve just seemed right. He’s not made anymore live appearances, but he visits after dark. There must be a sign posted on the mantle in a language only rats can read, that says: “Restroom,” because he does his business there every night. I’ve cleared off all the photos so he can’t hide behind anything, and so I can sanitize the surface.
A few nights ago we heard him scuffling around in the dryer duct, so now we know how he is getting in. Darn rat! Drat!
I’m still very concerned about him attacking my turtles, or carrying some horrible disease, so I’ve ordered a “device.” It will be delivered on Friday. I hope this doesn’t get me in trouble with a certain organization whose name rhymes with Velveeta.