I should have listened to my brother, who told me that dead rodent removal would be more difficult than setting rat traps and getting rid of the trapped rats.
I’m living in my first apartment after moving out on my own at the ripe old age of eighteen. I was so excited to get my own place, finally, and I chose a small, but nice apartment. I now live only five minutes away from my work and ten minutes away from school, and even though the place is tiny, it’s perfect for me. Sure, the sink’s in the bathtub and my bedroom is also my living room and kitchen, but for a first apartment, it’s awesome.
I found out one reason why it’s so cheap, though. Rats in the walls. I found some rat poop scattered on the little table that serves as my kitchen counter, and I’ve been hearing noises in the wall at night. So, I did what I always do when I’m in trouble. I called my big brother.
He gave me a bad time about choosing such a rat-infested apartment, but I really know he’s proud that I’m making it on my own, without making Mom and Dad pay for school or anything. He suggested I set out rat traps, but I hated the thought of waking up in the middle of the night to a “SNAP!”, and then having to get rid of the dead rats in the morning before heading off to a long day of school and work. So, I did the worst thing I could do. I ignored my brother’s advice.
I bought some rat poison and set it out. The rats eat the poisoned food, and since it takes them a while to feel the effects, they keep eating the poisoned food and then head off to their nest or wherever it is rats go. I figured the rats would leave, go somewhere to die, and my rat problem would go away.
I didn’t figure on the rats dying in the walls. They ate the poison, all right, and disappeared into the walls of my apartment, where they died. Now, I have to deal with dead rodent removal. I’d love to just ignore it, but, trust me, you cannot ignore the smell of dead rats in the walls. There’s an awful stench of death, and my apartment is tiny and not well-ventilated. There is only one small window, which doesn’t let in a lot of air.
One more problem. Flies. Stench of dead rats and the flies they attracted. My apartment just got a whole lot worse! The one good thing about flies is they show me where the bodies are. So, now I’m spending my one day off, doing dead rodent removal. I can think of a whole lot of other things I’d rather be doing this weekend. I even tried to get my brother’s help getting rid of the dead rats, but he just said I should’ve listened to him in the first place. Lesson learned.