It all began when my wife told me they were back. I had just come home after a busy day and was longing for a bath. Tough luck for me though, I never had the slightest chance to even stick my big toe in the hot tub. “Are you sure?” I asked her when I saw the worried look on her face “could it have been anything else?” She answered she was perfectly sure and began to sob. I knew she hated those rats up there in the attic. They totally freaked her out. “I really thought we had gotten rid of them last time when the exterminator came” I said, remembering we hadn’t heard their squeaky cries or the rattle of their fights since then. My wife begged me to go upstairs and check things out. She was worried one of those furry monsters had made it out of its sealed prison and invaded our privacy. Her privacy, that was. I knew I had no other choice if I wanted to calm her down, so I took the broom in the closet and performed a thorough investigation of the first floor. As I found n...