dodraibeid

I came into my house last night, and it smelled like death. Rotting death. I searched for the source of the smell, and I found it... The putrid corpse of a rat that crawled behind the curtain to die. I felt a twang of guilt until I remebered that he ate poison. Poison that was put in my house. IN my house. That means the little fucker had the audacity to invade my home. Chances are good that he was doing so to eat my food. So he found what he thought was my food, and ate it. I put a sign by it that said

DANGER: THIS IS POISON. I WOULD NOT EAT THIS POISON IF I WERE YOU. IF YOU ARE A RAT, I ESPECIALLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND AGAINST IT. IF YOU ARE A RAT, AND YOU EAT THIS POISON, YOU WILL SURELY DIE. "

He ate it anyway. So he invaded my home, tried to eat my food, and was stupid enought to do so while being illiterate. I really can't feel sorry for him.