So I come home from class yesterday and find my roommate and his girlfriend holding a rat. I think to myself, "Oh, [insert girlfriend's name here] got a pet rat and she came over to show it off."
Wrong.
The girlfriend bought the damn rat for my roommate. It's his. And now it's living in our apartment.
I don't mind rodents. I used to own a hamster. I can handle having a rat in the house.
What I can't handle is when my roommate takes the rat out of its cage and lets it run around and piss and crap all over our living room carpet. I'm also not a fan of when he lets the rat run around on our kitchen counter, which happens to be the place where we PREPARE OUR GODDAMN FOOD. :mumble:
The rat hasn't even been in his possession for a full 48 hours, and I've already had to request that he keep the rat off of the carpet and countertops. Not good.
My roommate and his rat get a .
Wrong.
The girlfriend bought the damn rat for my roommate. It's his. And now it's living in our apartment.
I don't mind rodents. I used to own a hamster. I can handle having a rat in the house.
What I can't handle is when my roommate takes the rat out of its cage and lets it run around and piss and crap all over our living room carpet. I'm also not a fan of when he lets the rat run around on our kitchen counter, which happens to be the place where we PREPARE OUR GODDAMN FOOD. :mumble:
The rat hasn't even been in his possession for a full 48 hours, and I've already had to request that he keep the rat off of the carpet and countertops. Not good.
My roommate and his rat get a .