Thinking Like A Rat
I can think like a rat. It’s a survival thing.
My neighbor was complaining about rats and roaches invading her home.
“I keep inside and outside super clean. You have been to my home!” she exclaimed in frustration. “But still, they find their way in.”
“Are there any holes in the windows, doors, or anywhere in your home that they could come through?” I asked.
“No!” her anger speaks. “I double and triple checked everywhere.”
“You cook a lot, and the aroma of your delicious foods is always coming out. Rats don’t like clean places. But they can’t resist the smell of something delicious,” I teased.
She glared at me, and her anger simmered as reality explained and understanding took over.
“But, how did they get in?” she stressed.
“Think like a rat,” I suggested.
“What!” she cried out.
“It’s hot here. Most doors here are open from morning until night,” I eased her into a rat’s brain.
“Damn!” You are right!” she said. “But how come I don’t see them coming in?”
“Rats don’t go into a straight line or towards the light. They take corners. Dark corners when no one is in the room. Humans are their enemies. They can sense when someone is in the room and is smart enough not to enter. They will enter when no one is there and stay close to the walls and edges, going under furniture,” I explain.
Staring at me strangely, she asked, “Were you a rat in your former life?”
Giggling, I answered, “God, I hope not. But I am the same as you. I clean up a lot, and they still find their way in. I don’t set rat poisons. They eat it and are still alive. So I set glue traps. All of my clue traps are set in dark corners close to the wall and edges, and they always catch them.”
“Damn, you are right. They love the night, so they will enter when it is dark. They can come in when I am in the kitchen in the back and hide under the many furniture in my house,” she said.
“So, you will have to keep all your doors closed all of the time, or get rid of some of your furniture,” I said in laughter.
“I am not inconveniencing myself to please any rats!” she almost screamed.
“Well,” I said, trying not to laugh. “Charge them rent.”
Staring at me strangely, she asked, “Were you a rat in your former life?”
She laughed, looking at me weirdly, then said, “You are right. To catch them, I must think like them. Can you think like roaches, ants, and mosquitoes, too? Because they, too, are giving me hell.”
I burst out laughing, “Study animals and humans, then find out what they want. Then think like them to catch them.”
“You say that as if it’s so damn easy,” she said.
“If you intend to survive, it will be,” I inform her. “They walked on the light wire to come and eat the mangoes off my mango trees, and they do that at night like a thief. Humans would do the same.”
“Damn, you are right. I hear Nancy complaining that rats are eating her fruits, too,” she recalls.
“We forget that they must eat too,” I remind her.
“So, if the glue trap works for you, that means no rats are in your house?”
Nodding, I noted, “They stay away for about six months. Then they come back to die again.”
“You mean you are rat-free for months?”
“When their friends or family don’t come back home, they spread the word not to go into that house,” I explain, giggling as if I were being tickled.
She burst out laughing.
“The ones who come back inside to die are males with enormous egos. Plus, some come in to tempt fate, or are just innocent,” I continue my insanity.
“Are you sure you weren’t a rat in your last life, because you seem to know them,” she teased.
“#Iintedn2survive, so I make it a responsibility to learn and know what I must,” I laughed.
“Now to get rid of them, I must think like them, right?” She was laughing too. “How am I going to think like a rat?”
There are no limitations on my brain. #Iintend2survive so I learn to think like anyone imposing hell on my life. Then I find ways to change hell to what I want it to be.
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