From Mister WiFi:

Things are fine here. I saw the rat. I stared into his beady eyes behind the washer. I purchased a rat trap, but he is wise and has not taken the bait. I hear him in the walls at night. He goes stritch-scratch, scritch-scratch. I whisper back to him, "I'm going to get you rat." But laughs at me with his tiny rat laugh: "Tee hee hee hee!" Then I curse him in a loud voice and I say, "Damn you, rat bastard, damn your eyes to hell!" Then he titters madly and does the rat dance in the rafters and scatters rat turds everywhere. Nothing makes him happier. So it goes.