We were sitting in the living room and it was like playing Whac-a-Mole in real life. The little bastard's head popped out of the back left burner, out of one of the burners. But he popped back down when my sister cried "Rat!"
It's funny at first. You laugh at the mouse, at the infestation. And even the fact that Mr. Yang hasn't gotten an exterminator in six weeks becomes funny. But it's a rat, and it's your home, and like sweet fuck Mr. Yang would pay $2100 a month to share an apartment with rats.
But we kept laughing. And we'll wait.
It's funny at first. You laugh at the mouse, at the infestation. And even the fact that Mr. Yang hasn't gotten an exterminator in six weeks becomes funny. But it's a rat, and it's your home, and like sweet fuck Mr. Yang would pay $2100 a month to share an apartment with rats.
But we kept laughing. And we'll wait.
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