September 11, 2010

Killing rats

I was just studying today when I hear some screamings upstairs. I go up and what I saw was my mom and my sister looking for something. The immediate answer was that a rat got upstairs. I joined the hunt.

Trying to find where it was hidden, I started to poke things at the wardrobe with a stick, when the rat leaves its place to the living room. Running to the living room, we trapped the rat to the stairs, which had the door closed. At the staircase, the rat was climbing the door and jumping onto the knob! Dude, it was actually trying to open the door!

It came a time when the rat was already tired and wasn't jumping that much. Mom and Luana was begging to kill it and I did it. the body of the poor little creature was lying, struggling for a quick death. Mom wrapped it with newspaper and probably threw it away. I couldn't watch it.

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São Paulo, SP, Brazil
Open-minded, skeptical and daydreamer.

What

Wishes

  • A motorcycle
  • A monocycle

Why

The theme was started by looking through some Maurits Cornelis Escher pictures, which are physically impossible to exist, but definately possible to be drawn, when the Horseman picture was found.
To fit this background, some arabic/islamic pictures were seen when I finally found the current header one, which fits perfectly into the arabic/islamic idea of the Escher picture and the idea of traveling as a need, for ponderings and reflections, and how one's decision makes part of other's life.

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