i'm afraid of midnight snacks

at first i thought: the toilet needs a scrub.
i opened some windows.
i looked for wet laundry under beds.

today we figured it out: a rat has died in our wall.
in the wall in our kitchen.
(the smell doesn't exactly arouse the appetite.)

we're burning incense as if trying to please a whole arcana of strange gods
strange and angry gods, who sends us 13 plagues of rotten smell.

the other day a rat was sitting in the middle of our lounge, looking a little shaken.
it didn't even run away when we came closer to look at it.
i think it was hiding with us, because them possums climb around in our roof, and they make serious demon noises.

i think the rat might have been killed by a possum.
it's sad. but also very stinky.

***

OMG just found the rat! ugh...
(all i wanted was a midnight snack)

it was behind the fridge. probably shocked to death, eesh.
i realise it's not nice looking at a dead rat, so, rather look at the nifty yellow glove that protected my hand from the manky juices:

by the way, this is a possum on our roof:

they only make those demon noises because they are so cute and they want the other animals to think they're mean.
(sorry little possum for thinking you murdered the rat.)