You have talked to the people with knowledge, you pay them to help you and still- the one thing you think you are so prepared for happens. Grumpyhouse strikes again.
It might happen like this: you find rats in your basement, then you contact the pest control people, they help you put out poison etc, in the meantime you close all possible rat entrances in your basement. You don`t see or hear rats for a year, you are relaxed.
Then- one night- just before you go to sleep you hear those characteristic sounds of rat teeth gnawing on wood- from the LOFT!! What? You get out of bed, up the stairs to the loft and there it is- a rat- in the loft. Where did it come from?
Chills. Yuk. Just another great day in grumpyhouse. I am going to my happy place now. I want a cat.
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