R.I.P Rodent

We recently discovered the extent of our ex-flatmate, The Rodent's, cheekiness.

You may know that The Rodent is no longer with us (Matt lovingly describes his demise on Opinios). Yup, we finally got him on one of those inhumane "stick-and-starve" traps. It was all very traumatic (Matt wouldn't let me see The Rodent stuck to the trap, preferring to "take care of it himself" - my hero!). But, look, it was either The Rodent or our underwear.

For days prior, we'd been mystified as to how The Rodent had eaten 6 (6!) rat poison sacks and still lived. Were we messing with Super Action Hero Rodent? Maybe there was an army of rodents going through our drawers. We shuddered.

Until Matt discovered in the corner behind the TV, 6 sacks ripped apart and poison spilled everywhere. Ahem... TOYING WITH US! He hadn't eaten a goddamn thing. And he'd pooped all over it for a good measure, in a final "take-this-you-stupid-humans-you-can't-trick-me" display of generosity. You gotta respect The Rodent's intelligence, but not the foul mess he made of our corner.

Ah... ex-flatmates. Believe it or not, I've actually had worse.