Rats!

I was just outside having a smoke while I was at work. We has this small smoking area in a corner of where our two buildings join together. It has been recently fenched off with a chain link fence and gate. (This doesn't really matter to the story, I am just setting a scene.)

So, there I stand, reading an article on my iPhone (interesting article on Salon.com about a new book where the author studies Chinese food and its Americanization.) I hear this squeaking noise. I look around, see nothing and figure that its just the wind rubbing something up against a chair. I heard the sound again. I turn around. A rat is standing opposite me...screaming at me. Well, not screaming, but squeaking. Loudly. He looks at me and runs into his little hole. I let out a little "AAhh!", becasue that is what you are supposed to do when you see a rat, right?

When I came inside I emailed our maintenece guy who has quite the vendetta against the rats lately. Hopefully he will hunt down the cute, squirmy little bastard.