unexpectedly, the reactions within the boarding house were varied. one of them was particularly vocal about the poison, but it's misguided sympathy at best.

they knew nothing of the torment i go through every night -- the scratching, the squeaking, the crashing.

i had a sympathizer who assisted me in setting up the poison in rat-infested areas.

come midnight. as i returned to my bedroom after getting ready for bed, i heard the most terrible, desperate scratching and squeaking against my wall. i wondered -- are they dying from poison

or are they coming after me in the night

i think someone unfriended me because of this post hahaha