I cannot begin to describe how much I loathe rats. Even the tame little buggers with pink eyes and noses are anathema to me. A few years ago, when I was able to do such things, I was turning over my compost heap when a rat shot out; I say a rat but it looked as big as a cat and was probably as scared as I was because it just ran in circles around me while I tried in vain to prong it with my fork. I panicked I admit and eventually gave in to my fear and scarpered.
Another time at an open university summer school I found myself in a cubicle with a woman who smelled of cigarettes, having to condition a rat. Admittedly there were bars between us but even so....
Anyway the point of this is that we have a leaky toilet once again. The waste pipe that is is leaking behind the tiled and boxed structure that hides those pipes. The smell gave it away and so again we wrecked the structure that took so long to rebuild last time in order to determine the cause of the problem. The pipe is leaking again and why? Because bits of it have been nibbled away by rodents. I lifted an inspection hatch and sure enough there are plenty of fresh droppings, though they look big enough to have come from an elephant. So not only do we need a plumber, we also need a rat man or woman to exterminate the creatures that are causing me so much irritation and expense.
The plumber is coming tomorrow and the rat man/woman next tuesday. I just hope that the pipes can hold out until the rat man/woman, gets here or the plumbers work will be pointless. Fortunately we do have an alternative wc but I, like the little bastards in question like my own territory.
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