Rat seller in Thailand. Photo Credit: Chris James White Photography. All rights reserved.
We've had unwanted residents in our house. Hopefully, only one. A rat. And just in case you're wondering, it was much, much larger than the one pictured here.
Let me just start by saying this: I hate rats. Hate them. In fact, I hate all rodents. They completely and totally gross me out. They're disease infested, nasty creatures. Should I feel some sympathy for another mammal? My husband says I should; yet, I do not. Not at all.
We're hygienic. Our house is clean. The kitchen especially...especially because, yes: I hate rodents. I don't like seeing little visitors.
The day my daughter and I arrived in Yangon, and for a couple weeks after, I saw evidence of rodents. I saw droppings. Come on, though. Let's just say what it is: POO! I saw rodent POO.
The husband's then-boss - even the husband himself - tried convincing me it was just gecko poo. Problem: gecko poo is black (same shape as rat poo) with a little bit of white on the end.
Well, these little black poo bits had no white on the ends. Trying to appease me, I was told, "The white bit probably just broke off." YEAH, RIGHT! I was pretty sure I wasn't seeing gecko poo. I mean, why would a sticky gecko want to be in our kitchen drawers? I'm no fool.
Late one night last week, the husband and I heard a loud clanging noise in the kitchen. I was startled and I'm sure he recognized my panicked look. The husband had a fairly reasonable explanation, but I took notice that neither of us checked the kitchen.
The morning after: RAT evidence!
- Soup stock cubes dumped onto the counter, chewed with large fang-like teeth marks scouring the cardboard box and the cubes themselves.
- POO (black, no white bits!) on the floor.
- POO in the kitchen drawers.
- Sandwich bag box gnawed...with...yep! POO!
Well, I kept seeing little shit pellets from that little shit rat throughout the weekend. Fewer, though.
Once, I was walking into the kitchen. I heard clang CLANG CLANGING again; this time, it was under a cabinet (we don't use any of the cabinets under the counters because they're just so gross anyway. Note: kitchens in Yangon are pretty yucky anyway).
"You have rats," D, the housekeeper, informed me yesterday. The pesky thing(s) even ate through some coconut milk, stuck its teeth into plastic Tupperware lids (WHY?), and just, well, wrecked havoc as far as I'm concerned.
We caught one last night within 30 minutes of putting the glue-sticky-traps down. Those things work. Though, the rat struggled. At first, only its tail got stuck. It managed to get unstuck, then promptly flopped itself onto another glue-sticky-trap thing.
Hopefully, there will be rats no more!