Nervous Breakfast
He hoped that morning, he would wake up to his former splendor in the garage to be restored again. Indeed, the rubbish would still be there, but the troubling item would have been gone there.
His coffee and his food were poured out, but he was squeezing his gut in anticipation of what was to follow. Soon it was to unveil the secret behind the garbage.
What’s Happening?
Nathen grabbed and unlocked a door while holding his old baseball bat. However, it was perplexing what he observed spread around the concrete.
Many traps were placed, but there was no sight of rats. He heard a weird sound in the center of the enormous stack of sweaty bags. But it was indeed not the squeak that you would anticipate from your daily vermin this time.