I’m on a stakeout. A real stakeout. We’re waiting for a rat. Sadly, a real rat, not a film noir “dirty rat”. I’m sitting on my kitchen table. There are glue traps and bait all around on the floor. Jordan has a pair of scissors, though I’m not really sure what his intentions are for them.
It’s been spotted in several locations now, so I’m unclear if there is more than one. This is not like the mosquito hunt. I’m actually freaked out.
But more than that, I’m pissed. The dirty rat bastard ate my last corn tortillas!! The last ones!
And so we quietly sit, perched on higher ground (Jordan said it’s the best policy, he’s watched a lot of Game of Thrones) waiting for it to think we’re gone.
We made sure to bring essential stakeout materials; computer, water, peanut butter, tissues, grease, and scissors.