The rats

I'm somehow strangely comforted that my friend in Canada has battled the rats over there. But like her, I grew up in a place where there were no rats. (argh, went to look for her hilarious blog post about her battle with rats, but can't find it at the moment :( ).

Anyways, last night, as I was being warmed by the cat at the foot of my bed (he doesn't always get to sleep with me - just when it's really cold!), he suddenly bolted up straight and made a beeline to the edge of the mosquito net. He obviously saw or heard something scurrying past - I didn't see it or hear it, so it must have been on the other side of my bedroom wall, which is made with just a very, very thin piece of wood (not even plywood - more like particle board).

And then, just a few minutes ago, I heard a big clatter in the kitchen, even though everyone is safely tucked into their mosquito nets for the night (and Zane is out having a guys' night out with his buddies somewhere). I grabbed my head lamp, and sure enough, all of the spices were knocked off the shelf.

So tomorrow I declare war on the rats again. I can't declare war tonight - too tired! But tomorrow, watch out you little critters. Tomorrow will be the last sunrise you ever see...!