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Dear Remy
I know you and your rat-folks are getting bolder given the fame Hollywood has presented your way. But I wasn’t one of those who nominated least to say welcome your presence. My kitchen isn’t by any standards equivalent to ‘every chef’s dream’. Those baking needs I lavishly had on display on the counter weren’t a come hither for you. Nor were the fruits for breakfast. I’m sure you have your little infested paw all over them making it impossible for me to even glance their way. And for good measure, you know I have to throw them out. Along with the baking needs, for I could never be too sure if you had indeed gnawed, sink or chew your rodent teeth into them. You have made me a slightly poorer woman today having to run to the store and purchase everything and in my destitute state today, I almost missed the solat time. I had to beg the store to stay open for 10mins whilst I scurry my way through (like a rat let loose in the aisle).
Oh Remy, I should have seen the signs. That flat black droppings in my open basmati rice, was a sure sign. I’m sure now, you were rejoicing, rolling and toasting your good luck with that opened bag. And more on the counter-top and along that bag of onions. Im City Girl dammit. What do I know about rat and other pests? I only have to call my cousin (the pest buster) and he would banish my fear. Im still trying to let a single flower bloom in my patch garden considering my sensitivity to pollen. So cut me some slack, stay out of my house and I might not have murder on my agenda.
Sloughing around in our boots and rattling all corners of the kitchen at 2am, I shouted to your retreating back this is not your Ratatouille Trailer. I hope there were only you unless some other/s is hidden away. Every open surface has been disinfectant thrice, drawers have been pulled and inspected for droppings (and thank god there has been none), food items left in the open has been thrown out and tonight on Norhan’s return from the hardware store, and we will close all opening to the house. And I will stay awake to listen to that scurrying, slithering across my kitchen tiles sound. For Im sure I saw a big fat brown rat vs. the one we chase out.
Your presence is not welcomed.
Best.
Sue
ps: just so you know, I took out my carving knife and has sharpen all my Wusthof.
