I set up a boarder between the rats territory and my own. Bastards claimed the entire forest within 3 months.
One of the fuckers tried going for me, so I sent it flying with a muay thai knee. That death was the metaphorical spark that ignited the metaphorical inferno that was, what I like the call, the rage of the rodent.
Next thing I know I'm surrounded by at least 3+197 rats! The only thing that was playing through my mind was the "clever girl" scene from jurassic park, and how the fuck I was going to get back inside. My only option was to run. I sprant toward the group of rats blocking my way toward the shelter of my OWN FUCKING HOME, cunts, and leaped over them as best I could. A good dozen were knocked away by my mid air leg kicking, and escape to my house unscathed, barley making it to my front door before the swarm invaded.
This was outrageous. It was time to take action. This was War.
