Attack of the lover rats

There's no feeling ickier than that when opening your cupboard after a week and finding your stuff covered in pellets of rat dung.

I'd gone to Bangalore through the previous week, so the room was unused in that timeframe. Then there was this totally useless side window in my room, which had it's netting pecked out by a family of stupid songbirds foraging around (when I had gone for summers). Now add a bamboo lattice kept tied close enough to the window, so that worker dudes could get the hostel plastered in time before the rains.

You will land up with Papa and Mama Rat making their way through whichever godforsaken...rathole they emerged from, climbing up the lattice, and walking in through the non existent netting. And then they go about their family making business RIGHT IN MY FUCKING CUPBOARD!!!. They even had the gall to snuggle up inside a very cosy blanket through it all. (Evidence Exhibit A : Shit infested blanket from cupboard)

And then i hear the tale of how a snake climbed up the same lattice to the room above mine, and peeked in enquiringly at the window. Mayur had to blink twice, and poke at in a friendly manner, before being rapidly convinced it was a snake. A snake. On the window of a bloody 4th floor hostel room.

No1 here is sleeping too comfortably with the fact that we've got entire food chains crawling up bamboo lattices and making our rooms their rain retreats. Not that my hostel's too big on sleeping anyway.

But the next time some fool sends out college promotional literature waxing lyrical about the pristine forests we coexist with, and how we are becoming one with nature here....the dude is in for some really scathing words.
Or maybe a glowering look
Or maybe a glowering look and some scathing words at what he wrote, rather than him himself.