Roommates

After seeing all the rat poop, we just assumed it was old and that the rats had moved on. We weren't so lucky. When a guy came to fix the oven (which, by the way, is only either on or off - no temperature controls; see exhibit A, below), he found two nice surprises for him in the broiler drawer. There was a huge rat huddled in the corner. When he came back from getting a box to capture it in, there was a smaller rat there instead. The rat ran behind the fridge and obviously ran into his mate because there was lots of squeaking and scraping. Apparently, the rats have now taken up house in the bottom of our refrigerator. ugh!

When the oven was finally lit (we have a gas range), the aroma of cooking rat pee filled our lovely little shack. And that's when we actually viewed an apartment and put a deposit down. The icing on the cake was when I grabbed the tortillas to make dinner. There was a huge hole in the bag and we discovered that the rats had eaten almost half of our brand new tortillas!