Rat battle

I was sleeping in the afternoon a while ago and heard some noise from my balcony door. I thought it was nothing, and when I opened the lights, boom.

There was a freaking rat in my room. Not a mouse. Rat. Big hairy rat.

It ran and hid into the pile of boxes near the balcony door.

I sealed my room and went downstairs to get help form my dad. He gave a new mousetrap he got from the hardware store. It had fish as bait (do rats eat fish?). I placed the trap in my room and made sure everything was sealed.

After eating a late dinner, I went up to my room again. No sounds. So I thought it was clear. And just like a good horror show, it wasn't.

While I was chatting with the GF, I heard sounds from the boxes near the balcony door and when I turned to look. It was there, death staring at me in the face. It was pretty big with bald patches. I didn't run this time since I was armed with my brother's cane and electric flyswatter. It ran back into the boxes.

After a while, it showed its face again and tried to make a run for it outside. Apparently, my balcony door has a small slit which it used to get in. It squeezed its way out and was hanging by the screen door. I turned the my girly scream into war shouts waving around with my double weapons. It got scared and ran out of my balcony and into the darkness it came from.

Just to be sure, I left the rat trap in my balcony to trap any furry invaders. This is war bastards.