Scribbles

Lately, our house has become rat infested. For me a rat infestation does not require a whole manger of them, it takes one. And this one has come into my home, eaten my food drank my water and drowned in the toilet bowl. This would have been a not so bad thing, if i hadn’t woken up in the middle of the night near bursting point, thinking to myself that maybe Michael Jackson’s urinary bag which spent many a night strapped to his business, since my business was about to happen all over my bedroom floor, to find it right there, mocking me. Here’s a picture of Michael Jackson. Now in my mad race to the toilet, which involved a heavy tugging, leg crossing, eye aerobics, and breath panting, arm wrestling and knee jerking fight to get to the toilet i never thought for one that i would find a rat floating belly up in my toilet bowl. I know I'm repeating myself. But there it was. Now, i have to tell you that i have a rat phobia. The sight of one petrif...