There's a rat in me ceiling, what am I gonna do
Scratch, scratch... shuffle, shuffle... scratch, THUD.. scramble, scramble...
Something was living in my ceiling for a time. It made a lot of noise, scratching and scrambling and stomping above my head.
I was determined to ignore it, until my neighbor Bernal asked me: "Do you have a rat in your ceiling?"
"I have something in my ceiling, but it sounds a lot bigger than a rat."
"Ah. Must be a zorro."
Zorro means "fox" in Spanish, but in Costa Rica the word applies to a large, possum-like creature.
I lived with the foxy thing for a while. It woke me up a couple of mornings, and I wondered what kind of damage it would do to the house, but a renter's ignorance is bliss. Then, a couple of weeks ago, the noise stopped.
Shortly thereafter, a stench from the underworld developed in my spare bedroom. It smelled a little like mouse-infested house, and a lot like death. Incense had no power over it. Finally, I just closed the door and hoped for the best, which in this case meant rapid decomposition -- not a tall order in the tropics.
The odor of the poor thing’s demise is already abating. This, too, shall pass.
Something was living in my ceiling for a time. It made a lot of noise, scratching and scrambling and stomping above my head.
I was determined to ignore it, until my neighbor Bernal asked me: "Do you have a rat in your ceiling?"
"I have something in my ceiling, but it sounds a lot bigger than a rat."
"Ah. Must be a zorro."
Zorro means "fox" in Spanish, but in Costa Rica the word applies to a large, possum-like creature.
I lived with the foxy thing for a while. It woke me up a couple of mornings, and I wondered what kind of damage it would do to the house, but a renter's ignorance is bliss. Then, a couple of weeks ago, the noise stopped.
Shortly thereafter, a stench from the underworld developed in my spare bedroom. It smelled a little like mouse-infested house, and a lot like death. Incense had no power over it. Finally, I just closed the door and hoped for the best, which in this case meant rapid decomposition -- not a tall order in the tropics.
The odor of the poor thing’s demise is already abating. This, too, shall pass.
posted by Meg at 11:23 PM
1 Comments:
I can't believe you're just gonna let that thing rot in your ceiling. Is that the Costa Rican way? Yikes...you know that mouse poo can become poisonous to humans right? Think about what a whole dead fox/possum/rat thing in your ceiling might do. STAY OUT OF THAT ROOM. For godsakes!
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