Yesterday my dad caught and killed a rat. My brother and I tried to help but we were more of a hindrance. The job was simple, he would prod the rat and it would jump out from behind the cupboard and we would smash it with a broom. But it was too quick and it ran across my foot.

Well , my dad cornered it and caught it. This is about the 2nd or 3rd time my brother and I tried to catch a rat but we never seem to have enough guts to catch it. Don’t know why, maybe us city boys aren’t just wired to kill anything larger than a mosquito.

Maybe one day my brother and I would have to catch one on our own.

Few days ago, the wooden tiles in the living room were mostly removed. This little mystery kept me and my brother guessing. The same thing happened in my brother’s room. Maybe it’s a rat my dad said. One night while I was sleeping I heard a squeaking sound in my room, like it was crying. It wasn’t a pleasant thing to wake up to mind you.

Good riddance to that rat anyways.