Rat in my room

 

Rat in my room

Rats are known as intruding tenants. The rat in my room was a medium size rodent and minding his own business kind of guy. We, means our eyes met on a cold rainy night, when I was in my bed trying to study my way out of drowsiness. “Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat” by Elizabeth Bown, proved that night when the little thing creeped out of nowhere into the middle of my lonely chamber. I tried to ignore the run and gnawing of the scavenger and gave it an impression of ignorance. The little guy puzzled as it knew that us hate and kill them on the charge carrying diseases, thieving and causing damage to goods.

People hate rats as they know they are germ bags and the courier service to many deadly diseases like, Hantavirus, Lymphocytic choriomeningitis virus (LCMV), Plague, Salmonella, Rat bite fever, Tularemia. The history cannot be ignored but some believes that rats are clean, even cleaner than cats. Some rogue rodents cause infection and besmirch mischief. There are countries where people eat rat meat with delight. But that was not the reason I allowed it to live. When it completed its third run stopped in the center and looked at me like it wanted to be noticed. I put a “Hey there buddy” kind of glance at it and about to give it a high five but my hand decided to stay in blanket. Rats have a quality they recognize you when you meet again although they have a very week vision and struggle in seeing. It was gray in color and the shinning was convincing that it is clean. When the glance ended, I revert my eyes back to where I was and it continued whatever it was up to.

Rats are scavengers, do not go to office but steel. All rats are guilty unless and until proven innocent. They live a peaceful and quiet life by staying in their holes, pipes or wherever finds shelter until the belly sings to them. Research says they even dream of food. They even can lift weight up to one pound which is more than their average weight. This was the second time we met, a second night and a second glance. We both were doing the usuals only it was not raining. The hurry it was in convinced me of the purpose and I concluded that mating and resting have bored it and now it is in action. What surprised me was the happening of same moment between us like a day has never intercepted and that this is but the first glance still on and never ended before. I saw regret this time in its tiny eye balls which was saying “Sorry man! What can I do else”? I smiled and dragged the glance back to my page and he read it in my smile what I wanted to communicate is “I can understand, do not be ashamed”. When food sustains life, an empty belly justifies the means. it explained to me, it well that day.

Ancient romans believed that when a white rat crosses your path it is a good luck and when a black cross it’s a bad omen. But the one crossed mine was gray and I was not sure whether it was good or bad but they say the presence of a rat is never welcoming and if it is on stroll means it is already feeling at home and settled. All over the world 20% of the crops are destroyed by rats every year. Rats have the tendency of damaging everything that comes it their way. Apart from food they eat Wood, Plastic, lead, Aluminum etc. with their sixteen sharp teeth. The fun fact is that it eats away the object so silently that when you suspect or inspect the object is merely standing to a touch for fall.

Since a room does not have pipes or holes mean the mister is living in one of your sofas and that what triggered me to investigate after I couldn’t meet him for consecutively a week. I started from my sofa and my investigation ended the movement it started. I followed the trail from a tinny whole under the down covering of sofa. Hole was so small that peeping into it didn’t help as everything was dark. I tried with a torch but still could not get anywhere. At last, I was stripped of choices and have to remove/tear the entire covering from beneath. There it was stuck in the one of springs and departed from this world days ago. He laid buried in a sofa, in the coffin of springs with some crumbs and stolen items like the boy king Tutankhamun in the midst of his treasure. A reel of memories passed through my static gaze, of its running for food to survive yet another day. His treasure included things he stole to eat, yet they remained in place while he departed. For some days there was a connection between us, of meaningful gaze, struggle for life and of let be lived. Its life and death taught me one thing that no matter what you do to stay, you will leave- and the life goes on.

Keywords: Rat, Rats, Thieving , Diseases , Plague, Destroying

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