THE ONE WITH ALL THAT DRAMA...ok so there was total chaos in my house last night.
put terrified females and a rat together and its about as chaotic as you can get.
hehehe.
and at past midnight no less.
got back pretty late from jb last night so was sitting in the hall trying to wind down.. and my grandma decided to keep me company for awhile.
out of nowhere, she screeched..
"eeeeee! kim aiyoh! got rat ah! wah damn big ah, the bugger! die ah, die ah!"i went straight into panic mode.
according to her, she had just seen the rat scurry in through the open front door of the house and into (brace yourselves people - damn suay) MY ROOM!
wah lau bloody hell.
it had to be my door that was the only other one left wide open.
so my granny was like, '
quick kim! get the fleet! get the fleet! faster!!!'
all the time muttering,
'die ah!!' under her breath.
how reassuring.
fleet, by the way guys, is my granny's speak for insecticide.
looking back, i realised we were trying to kill the rat with insecticide.
wah brilliant we were la.
insecticide can kill what rat u tell me?? hahahah damn funny.
so anyways, in the process of panicking she began fumigating my entire room with insecticide whilst i started carrying stuff out of my room in our attempt to seek out the rat.
we succeeded.
bloody bugger was hiding behind my cupboard.
after that we were totally lost. and had to call my uncle.
thank god he lives like 5 minutes away, in the next block.
if not i swear the hysterics my grandma and i were in would have forced him to come rushing down in a cab even if he lived in boon lay or something.
heh. =)
wah but my uncle is damn cool la.
he came and caught the rat in like 5 minutes flat...
and came out to see my grandma with her feet up on a chair and me sitting on the table.
we were afraid the rat would come running out and scurry around our feet. hehehehe.
or that it might bite us and give us rabies.
lucky this story had a happy ending. hehehe.
we pondered for really long on how the rat could have got to the 5th floor.
there was a point when my grandma even asked me,
'eh do you think rats can climb up walls??? maybe it came in through the window.'hahahaha.
but in the end we gave up and concluded it must be the construction work going on downstairs the block.
driving all the bloody rats out of their holes.
oh and according to my uncle, the rat wasn't as big as my grandma made it out to be.. the way she described it, he had to come equipped with industrial size gloves to catch it.
after that i spent like 2 hours pondering on whether the rat might have had any opportunity to procreate in my room.
the illogical thoughts i generate out of my fear!
my granny on the other hand, spent a considerable amount of time spraying insecticide into every little nook and cranny of the house.
she said it made her feel more assured just in case there was anything lurking around.
hahahaha.
