Ok, the title is perhaps a little dramatic.....
On Tuesday after the wedding I came home and was meant to meet a friend for a drink. Time got away from us both, and by half ten, we spoke and I decided that after a day of celebrating nuptials I was getting too sleepy to venture out. Well, 40 minutes later a confident, grey rat strutted past my bedroom door through the living room. I was already sitting on my bed (fortunately no body parts on the floor!) and it just caught my eye as it teased its way past the door, pausing for effect at various points. I was in total shock...and also panic. It was quite late at this point, so I sent out a few SOS messages but to no avail. Nairobi seemed to be asleep. I went online hoping to find some residents there, but still, nothing! The one person I knew to be awake was Dean, the guy I had meant to meet earlier. Well, Dean and I have met just once, the day after I flew back in January. He very kindly helped me with my car and changed my air filter (so already he seemed like a good Samaritan type), and we have been meaning to meet up since but not managed to. So, it was a little shyly that I rang him, and also completely desperately.
Dean seemed very calm, despite my shrieks and squeals, and offered straightway to come round with his dog. Not what I was expecting, but having not been in the situation before I was happy for him to bring any animal he likes that will remove the rat!
It took about twenty minutes for him to arrive. I did not leave my bed! The rat however, being completely fearless and out to traumatize, decided to walk back in the opposite direction, flicking its tail and definitely showing a bit of a swagger. It was then that I lamented the fact that Dean had not been here before, had no clue where to go, and I would have to leave my bed stronghold to let him in. Well, I am definitely speedy when I need to be, and with about 4 leaps had made it out the door and was calling for him to come and save the day! 4 leaps later I was back on my bed. Not going anywhere.
Dean walked in with his hands over his dog's eyes so she wouldn't bark at the (rather useless) dogs here. She was amazing, and sniffed out the rat straightaway, chasing him from the fridge. She was so obsessed with the plug socket in my room though and kept coming back to it. It was well after an hour later that I persuaded Dean to go and check it out. The wall was hollow, so out he went to see what was outside, and there found the dwelling place for the rat. So gross!!! My landlord then decided to call and join the adventure in his pjs and with serious bed hair! I had put on my trusty Japanese socks for toe protection and he thought that was quite comical. As he is supportive and charges me good rent I didn't feel it appropriate to comment on his appearance!
The dog, SuperDog as I like to call her, ran riot through my house, going through cupboards (was a bit stressed when she went into the shoe cupboard, but she was well behaved fortunately) and slobbering over the wall, but I see her through completely rose tinted lenses. She really is the best dog I have ever seen! I am a total dog lover convert.....of dogs of the SuperDog variety.
No signs of rats since, and I now walk barefoot again and even leave the front door open during daylight hours, though when dusk comes it gets locked rather abruptly and noisily. Friends have been giving me advice on keeping rats away and noise is a major one!
On Tuesday after the wedding I came home and was meant to meet a friend for a drink. Time got away from us both, and by half ten, we spoke and I decided that after a day of celebrating nuptials I was getting too sleepy to venture out. Well, 40 minutes later a confident, grey rat strutted past my bedroom door through the living room. I was already sitting on my bed (fortunately no body parts on the floor!) and it just caught my eye as it teased its way past the door, pausing for effect at various points. I was in total shock...and also panic. It was quite late at this point, so I sent out a few SOS messages but to no avail. Nairobi seemed to be asleep. I went online hoping to find some residents there, but still, nothing! The one person I knew to be awake was Dean, the guy I had meant to meet earlier. Well, Dean and I have met just once, the day after I flew back in January. He very kindly helped me with my car and changed my air filter (so already he seemed like a good Samaritan type), and we have been meaning to meet up since but not managed to. So, it was a little shyly that I rang him, and also completely desperately.
Dean seemed very calm, despite my shrieks and squeals, and offered straightway to come round with his dog. Not what I was expecting, but having not been in the situation before I was happy for him to bring any animal he likes that will remove the rat!
It took about twenty minutes for him to arrive. I did not leave my bed! The rat however, being completely fearless and out to traumatize, decided to walk back in the opposite direction, flicking its tail and definitely showing a bit of a swagger. It was then that I lamented the fact that Dean had not been here before, had no clue where to go, and I would have to leave my bed stronghold to let him in. Well, I am definitely speedy when I need to be, and with about 4 leaps had made it out the door and was calling for him to come and save the day! 4 leaps later I was back on my bed. Not going anywhere.
Dean walked in with his hands over his dog's eyes so she wouldn't bark at the (rather useless) dogs here. She was amazing, and sniffed out the rat straightaway, chasing him from the fridge. She was so obsessed with the plug socket in my room though and kept coming back to it. It was well after an hour later that I persuaded Dean to go and check it out. The wall was hollow, so out he went to see what was outside, and there found the dwelling place for the rat. So gross!!! My landlord then decided to call and join the adventure in his pjs and with serious bed hair! I had put on my trusty Japanese socks for toe protection and he thought that was quite comical. As he is supportive and charges me good rent I didn't feel it appropriate to comment on his appearance!
The dog, SuperDog as I like to call her, ran riot through my house, going through cupboards (was a bit stressed when she went into the shoe cupboard, but she was well behaved fortunately) and slobbering over the wall, but I see her through completely rose tinted lenses. She really is the best dog I have ever seen! I am a total dog lover convert.....of dogs of the SuperDog variety.
No signs of rats since, and I now walk barefoot again and even leave the front door open during daylight hours, though when dusk comes it gets locked rather abruptly and noisily. Friends have been giving me advice on keeping rats away and noise is a major one!
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