It seems we have a new pet. We have had all kinds of wild pets. I mean when a bobcat eats your pet he becomes a pet. When an owl eats a pet he or she becomes a pet. Well, now we seem to have a pet rat. This rat does not like the new paint color in the new laundry area. So he or she appears to be eating all the paint near the floor. I always wish my pets were dumb pets, but alas, I only seem to acquire extremely intelligent pets. So when the exterminator comes out and says no problem catching your new pet, he was so wrong. The new pet knows about mouse traps and glue boards and poison, and he or she laughs at me when I peer into one of his new holes.
I know how to get rid of him, I will tell my son that the rat is stealing our pineapple cans, and he should put his amplifier by all the new holes when he plays his rock music. I mean it would get rid of me.