Shortly after writing my blog early this morning about the fat, furry, naked tailed little bastard I went to the laundry room to admire my handiwork. I had been standing there for about a minute or so when I heard it. The faint, scratching and chewing sounds. I giggled to myself sure that my skill with the putty knife was absolutely a force to be reckoned with. The hole was still covered and that Little Rat Bastard was nowhere to be seen. I turned, satisfied with myself and returned to the kitchen where I swept and cleaned to ensure there were no available morsels, just in case.
The kitchen took about twenty minutes. As soon as that was done I went back to the laundry room to check the hole again. I couldn't believe my eyes. There, in the fresh, still wet spackle was a hole. Not just any hole. This hole was exactly the same size as the one originally chewed in the drywall by Little Rat Bastard.
Tomorrow, I am heading to Home Depot, where everybody knows my name and they're always glad I came. I am buying the expanding foam stuff in a can. I am coming home and I am putting on rubber gloves and I am stuffing that hole full of as many rat pellets as I am able, then I am inserting the shooty tube into LRB's hole and pushing the dealie to fill the holes in the wall, wherever they may be. Hopefully he will eat to fill and head out on a water run. If not, I hope he eats the foam and dies anyway.
The score:
LRB 1
Vilhelmina 0
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