Best thing you can do is poison the louts. Make sure that you keep the poisoned bait as far away from the cooker as possible. After all, you don’t want the rat to die inside the cooker. I killed as many as three in one stroke once.

these accounts are SO funny!! I mean, tragic somehow but I can imagine you banging the hell out of your kitchen. Cant’ you get mouse traps or poison? at least you’ll get to sleep. I can’t imagine if you had neighbours. they’ll be happy with all the noise!!

miss u

xx

My nearest neighbours are the Convent, about 200M away.

Yes, there was poison in the house. When I told the story in the sfaff room the following day the deputy principal nodded scerenly as I was re-enacting my floor-bashing dance of the previous night.
"Do you have the Fuko Kil I gave to you?", he asked quietly.
"…", I nodded.
His left hand passed to-and-fro over his right, "You could have spread the Fuko Kil on some bread, left it in the middle of the room, put out the lights and closed the door.", he said. "And come back in a few miniutes to find a dead rat".

Of course he’s right. I could have deployed poison (though I had no bread nor other really suitable foodstuff in the house that night) but I didn’t think of it. The whole point of these stories is that the rats fill me with a kind of rage. Something I am not at all used to feeling. I wanted to smash the filthy fucker’s head in, though it shames me to say it. Perhaps, if this keeps happening, I’ll get used to the idea of rats in my kitchen, remain calm and Fuko-Kil them.

Meanwhile Im thinking of ways to block off the chimney.