There is a tenuous relationship being lived out under my roof. Naturally we push and pull getting irritated with each other like neighbor tenants in an apartment complex.
I live down below in a two room house, the pigeons live just above me at both corners of my roof, and the rats claim mostly the rest of my roof space as their playground. Much of the time we tend to get along, or better said, we stand each other. Since the rats are only busy late into the night I am hopefully asleep and not bothered by their shuffling play above me. The pigeons and I are on worse terms because of the incessant cooing that begins at dawn and which they insist to continue throughout the day. I have kicked them out on several occasions leaving them running from a man wielding a hammer to bang the ceiling.
Lately, however, the relationship has been strained. The pigeons wish to roost in the drop ceiling space and the rats in good fashion would like to have those nested eggs as a snack. The fighting between the two can be intense at times. I have even wondered how sturdy my drop ceiling was constructed imagining the group of fighting creatures crashing down on my floor.
Have I thought about kicking these guys out. Of course, I have contemplated numerous ways of preventing their entrance or poisoning them before escape. The thought of dead animals decaying above my bed has deterred me from trying that. Instead, like a good drama does, I have been drawn in and captivated by one of my only sources of entertainment. Did I mention my pool game is getting pretty good too.
Semonkong, entertainment is in short supply!