One regular morning just a few mornings ago, like any other regular morning I woke up. Except this was not a regular morning, as I heard noises up in the roof. Noises as in “little rodent feet running around the attic” noises.

Yikes. Not good.

So next thing I do is borrow a mousetrap from Mota. Not just a regular mousetrap: A battery powered electronic rat killing machine. You smear peanut butter in the deep end inside, and a hungry unsuspecting rat walks in and gets electrocuted.

I don’t like peanut butter, but I do own a jar which I bought just in case I need it for exactly this eventuality. So far no rats have eaten any of it, only Moi whenever he visits.

I went up to the attic and I set up the trap with fresh new batteries; expecting one of two possible outcomes:

• 1. A dead mouse or rat in it.
• 2. The trap remains untouched.

What I found the next day I did not expect. I did not expect it at all.

Holy cr*p. Needless to say I was freaked out. My mind racing for explanations: Mutant rats. Pinky and the Brain as foes. Someone pulling a prank to get back at me for something I did a long time ago. Ghosts. Marcos is sleepwalking.

To be continued (perhaps)…

Update 11/03/2008: Check out this new mouse trap.  This, my friends, is some serious artillery.