:: Rat space ::

Sunday, February 02, 2003

When I first moved into my apartment, the building two doors down hadn't yet been finished. The construction site proved to be a virtual Xanadu for a little tribe of rats, and for a while I spotted them so frequently I abided by a self-imposed restriction not to enter my front door until spying at least one of them.

[ When liberated from sobriety, I would alternately vehemently adhere to this rule, or flippantly disregard it. I still harbor regrets stemming from this vacillation, and attribute the weakness of those times when I broke rank to a combination of a brittle constitution and total absence of any independent regulatory body able to sanction my transgressions with punitive measures. Nevertheless, I do take some solace in the fact that, as much as I might have breeched the aforementioned contract with myself on occasion, I did have spells of iron willpower, waiting upwards of one quarter of an hour before catching glimpse of a fleeting worm-like tail. But I digress. ]

That building has since been completed, and assorted homo sapiens sapiens have usurped the place of muridae rattus norvegicus (homo sapiens are #1!). For a while it seemed that my block would be visibly rat-free.

Thankfully, the building directly next door burned down (as I've mentioned before) and last night I noticed that it now has some beady-eyed squatters. The jury's still out on whether I'll reinstate the mandatory rat-spotting entrance policy.

Posted by morland @ 06:17 PM

- Post a comment -

« Short and stout | Main | Lamenting Lethargy »