Originally Posted by
DefX
I live in New York City. To say that rats are a major nuisance of everyday living here is an understatement. If I don't do anything about it, like setting up traps, the dilemma will obviously worsen. If I don't kill them while they're trapped, or even throw them out of the house alive, they'll just come back. So I'm pretty much out of choice. I kill them out of necessity.
I was once sleeping soundly one night about a year ago, when I felt some type of tingling movement near my armpits. I couldn't tell if i was dreaming or not but I immediately got a hold of whatever it was under my shirt and crushed it against the side of my torso. When I lifted my shirt, I found a dead mouse with its blood painted on my skin. One of the most disgusting events of my life. I even took a picture to commemorate it. If anyone's interested, i'll post it here.
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