Ok, this is going to be horrible

And believe me, you'll agree soon.

We came home from holiday last Friday.
Cuddled the cats who were very interested in something going round in the heating thing in the ground in the back of the living room.
A frog we thought.
Maybe a mouse.

As nothing could be seen or heard, i sort of forgot about it.

Then Saturday night Robbert came to bed late but i thought he had been watching the Olympic games.
as it turned out, he had been trying to kill a rat.


.......


i almost cried.
and puked.

honestly, i was grossed out.

in my mind i saw him being bitten and getting the plaque or something horrible.
or the rat escaping in his death anguish and hiding in the kitchen.

but i also wanted it DEAD. Now!

we called the city department but in the weekends nothing could be done.
so.
another night went by.
i harldy slept and kept hearing it.

monday morning 8,15 we were there, only to hear someone would come by today with traps.
holiiieee. that means another gruesome night.

being as exhausted as i was though, i did sleep through everything this night, only to see the rat walk on our terrace while we were having breakfast this morning.

.......

yes.
now the kids noticed it too of course and weirdly enough were way too enthusiastic.
May have to do with the spear Robbert showed them and the story about how he wanted to stick it through his head, the minute the rat would show up again in the heater thing.

I thought that was as perfect as it would get for me to get off to work and let them deal with the rat.

Robbert just called me.
a woman came by.
with 2 traps.

well, robbert said. i know where it is, coz i've blocked its ways; it's down there.
So what do you want me to do she said.
smash it on the head ? robbert suggested.

she didn't dare to kill it.
just our luck.
a rat hunter who's afraid of rats.

so. in the end, robbert did use his spear.