I think rats are good for a lot of things, like as chefs in a restaurant in Paris or as dinner for Shrek and Donkey; okay basically, they are only good in movies. What I don’t think rats are good for, are party guests so imagine my dismay when I found out I have rats under my deck DURING a party that I was throwing! I WAS NOT VERY AMUSED THAT’S FOR SURE. I’m not even necessarily that upset about the rats being there, I mean it’s a rental property it’s not even my problem to pay for. What I was (and am) upset about, is that I had to find out while sitting in the hot-tub with who could have been the love of my life.
It was like something straight out of the movies man, I can’t believe my (bad) luck. Picture this: I’m in the hot-tub gazing into the blue eyes of the cutest girl on campus, my buddies and the rest of the girls all went inside to give me some alone time to finally make my move. As I lean in for what I’m sure would’ve been the most amazing, fireworks kind of a kiss, she screams and shoots to the other side of the tub. Since it couldn’t have been my breath she was screaming at, I turn around just in time to watch a rat run down the hot-tub steps and under the deck. When my friend Darren looked at me and said the obvious “dude, I think you have rats under your deck”, everyone left as fast as they could, and I could’ve punched him.
Two days later, I haven’t heard from her, and she’s not responding to my texts. My dreams were shattered by Ratatouille! She’s going to remember me as the guy with rats in his deck – that sounds like a disease! I don’t want to be that guy! My landlord is calling around trying to find a company to get rid of them, but I’m so angry I could probably tear up the deck and go full Rambo on them. Hopefully it will get taken care of, and I can be the guy that got rid of the rats under the deck and gets a second chance. I guess we’ll see.