You would not believe what I found on the staircase to my office this morning. No, it wasn’t a bunch of dead flies or a discarded paper cup with leftover orange cordial or Ah Long’s namecard or a stack of Tesco flyers.
As I climbed up the first flight of stairs, I spotted some black stuff on the second flight. Mmm… did I drop some rubbish on the way out yesterday? I don’t think so. The rubbish had been neatly tied up in a bag before I disposed of it. As I drew closer, I saw what the black stuff was.
It was a decapitated rat head! It lay on the floor beside some black and brown bits which I take to be the rat’s innards and a yellow lump the size of a thumb. I have no idea what the yellow thingy was. I diverted my eyes from the neck portion and saw the pointy head with whiskers still standing erect.
Gross! Lucky thing I haven’t had my breakfast. I’ve seen a dead rat before but not a severed rat head. Urrggghh. Some cat must’ve gotten in the staircase through the grilles, mauled the rat and eaten it for supper and left the inedible parts behind. Obviously the cat isn’t Chinese or there would’ve been nothing left.
I swept up the rat’s remains and dumped them into the dustbin downstairs. Goodbye rat head. I hope your cronies learn a lesson from your gruesome death and stay away from this area.