Last night at about 1:30 we were awakened by a loud crash. H went downstairs to look around and when he came back up he said, "You're not going to be happy about this." He'd gone into the garage to see if something had fallen and on one of the shelves he saw something that looked like "a thick stiff worm." Yup, a rat's tail.
We have tons of clutter in there...boxes and packing material from the move, plus a whole bunch of junk that belongs to our landlord. To my knowledge there's no food or rotting garbage in there though, so I don't know what the appeal is for a rat.
But now I keep hearing bumps and rustling. Ew. Ew. Ew. I will be upstairs. In my bed. Under the covers. All day.
Re: Noooooo