The Return of the Horde

I woke up to the sound of gnawing in the attic yesterday, and I know that they’re back – the Norwegian rat Viking horde. It is no surprise; every few years they launch another invasion as if they were Ragnar Lodbrok himself landing on the shores of Northumbria or perhaps, later striking the heart of Mercia. Like their Viking ancestors, the horde can gain a foothold here, but taking territory is not the same as holding it.

We have summoned our stalwart defender and champion – The Earl of Roberts (Ray from Roberts pest control). And soon the battlefield will be strewn with their broken bodies – sacrifices to their foolish arrogance, and fatal neck blows too, of course.

Susan suggests that these particular rat invaders may actually be contractors who mistakenly believe they have been summoned to do some renovations in our attic – scratch, scratch, scratch, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw. Au contraire!

There is still much construction going on our street, but if these are contractors, they have come to wrong damn address!