A rat came to eat my mango after all, a few nights ago. Greedy thing! It got caught and started to cry. My out-at-work human almost started crying himself.
"Oh no!" he sobbed, picking up the trap with trembling hands. "Oh no! I can't kill it! Look," he pleaded with my stay-at-home human, "it's just a baby. We have to let it go."
My stay-at-home human put her hands indignantly on her hips and cruelly said "NO! DON'T BE SILLY! KILL IT! NOW!"
But while she wasn't looking, my out-at-work human quickly snuck the rat away to a park and let it go.
He was very pleased. She wasn't pleased at all. "It'll be back. Just wait and see."
2 nights ago, a rat came into our filthy, disease-ridden house again. It ate a mango AND a banana from the fruit bowl on our dining table. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!" my stay-at-home human shouted, as she cleaned up the mess and disinfected everything all over again [including the remaining banana and mangoes].
Once more, my out-at-work human had to sadly set the trap in our little backyard that has now become The Rat Highway Of Balmain.
And sadly [for the rat], it got caught [again, if it was the same rat].
And rats! [for the rat]. This time, it was put to sleep.
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