One More

I had a few minutes before I needed to scoot the littles out the door.  So I started  picking up dirty socks and whatnot from the night before.  There was a kitchen towel sitting on top of the little woman's coat.  Picked it up and screamed.  Underneath there was a dead rat.  The little woman thought it was the funniest thing that I scream at dead ones, but not live ones.  It was just unexpected for me. 
The exterminator thinks maybe it ate the bait.  I think our black cat, Sunset, got it.  She has been on the hunt for a couple of weeks for these rats. And we know one has been hiding in the couch.  And she keeps going under the couch.  I tried to set a trap under there, but it wouldn't work.  And then she was going under there.  There are no sounds in the couch now.  I'm just happy that another one is gone.
Drew, from next door, accosted me this afternoon and asked how my fight is going.  And now he has his own. He caught a full grown one with a fishing net.  And then of course he had to kill it himself.  But it is gone.  He says he can hear them in one of his walls.  Yup.  Been there, done that.  He is going to buy some more traps.  He thinks he has it figured out where they are coming from.   At least he isn't blaming me.