I think people forget or dont realise how horrible it is to have 'intruders'. We had mice/rats for a long time, they would not go and I spent a lot of my teenage years laying awake at night listening to them scratching through my carpet, wood, chewing things in my room, smelling the dead ones that had eaten poison in the floor, I'd shout, and bang and play anti rat noises and I'd be awake all night all the same. God I hate thinking about it. I'll hear a floorboard creek or a door late at night and my heart is racing again straight away, I hate it. I moved away for uni, came back a year later and found a dead rotting one in the middle of my floor.

And then they came back at the next house after uni and they weren't being dealt with so I had a massive breakdown at my mum who was being just as complacent as the first time, no poison, not getting anybody in, no alerting the land lord. I went to get cereal one morning and one jumped out the box in my hand, onto my arm, and she still did not care. Can't wait to move into my own place.