There I was up in my friend's attic because I had offered to reorganize it.
Dust, dead bugs, cobwebs and a low ceiling did not bother me.
A styrofoam cooler I used for a stool happily intrigued as I sorted books, photos, letters, clothes…
Until two rats, well feed, jumped out of the ceiling, one landing on my foot, as the other one ran along the wall nearly touching my shoulder. Startled yes, even though clues told me I was not alone up there.
As I type this blog post the memory of those two cheeky creatures makes me think twice about going back… Are you afraid of rats? Spiders? Snakes? The dark…
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