the calm before the storm?

There's been an uncomfortable density of rat-related blog entries.
Of course, our lives have not only been filled with rodent trivia. I actually went to England for 6 days at the beginning of the month. And it was quite an experience. A psychological sandbox--my mind, not England. Very interesting to check one's emotions on such a trip. In the end, I met a lot of people, a good number of friends and family, and I didn't spend a lot of £££ which is good, because I'm paid in $$$ which are not worth as much as they used to be.
And I'm also glad to be back in Bermuda. This is where we live now. For how long? God knows. (literally)
Besides seeing friends, and spending a few pounds, I also briefly attended a church convention/synode/conference session. This will be (hopefully) the only time that I attend two of these things within the same month.
Tomorrow, I'll be attending (as a "delegate at large") the 8th Triennial Constituency Meeting of the Bermuda Conference of Seventh-day Adventists. If my life will be richer for having done so, we'll know in 24 hours...
For now, time to rest. It could be a long day tomorrow.

Rats! -- epilogue

It was the smell that should have told me that something was wrong.
And yesterday, I finally took the courage to check, well actually to confirm what was the source of the odour in our garage.
Behind the old bed that had been in there from before we arrived I saw what can only be described as a fur ball, with a dry bony tail.
Yes, one of the rats (see earlier entry) had found refuge here, and somehow got stuck or whatever. In the end it had died, and now it was really stuck. No really, when I finally entered the garage (again) in a full bio-hazard suit and I tried to scoop the remains up, it was actually stuck to the wall. Yes, very disgusting indeed!