Man, what a day! I swear, being a ratcatcher in Fegyvernek is like being in a circus, but the clowns are all rodents. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the mess I gotta deal with. Fegyvernek ain’t exactly a rat-free zone. I mean, c’mon, it’s like a buffet for those little furballs.
First stop, Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m cruisin’ down the street, and I see this old lady, bless her heart, feeding pigeons. I’m like, “Lady, you’re just inviting the rats to the party!” But she just smiles, totally oblivious. I mean, who doesn’t love a good pigeon? But rats? Nah, they’re the uninvited guests.
So, I get to this bakery on Széchenyi utca. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick. I’m drooling, but I gotta focus. I knock on the door, and the baker, a big dude named János, opens up. He’s got flour all over him, looking like a ghost. “Help! Rats are stealing my bread!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I got this.”
I head to the back, and there they are—three fat rats, munching away like they’re at a buffet. I swear, they looked like they were on a mission. I grab my traps, and it’s game on. I’m sneaking around, trying to be all stealthy, but I trip over a bag of flour. Boom! Flour everywhere. I’m covered, looking like a walking pastry. János is laughing his head off. “You’re a real catch, mate!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, real funny.”
After that fiasco, I’m feeling a bit defeated, but I can’t let it get to me. I head over to the park by the Fegyverneki-tó. It’s a nice spot, but guess what? More rats! I swear, they’re like the city’s unofficial mascots. I sit on a bench, trying to catch my breath, and this kid comes up to me. “Are you the rat guy?” he asks, eyes wide. I nod, and he’s like, “Can you catch my pet rat?” I’m thinking, “Kid, that’s not how this works.” But I can’t help but smile.
Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s coming from the old mill on the edge of town. I run over, and what do I find? A bunch of kids trying to catch a rat for a school project. I’m like, “Seriously? You guys are nuts!” But they’re all hyped up, and I can’t help but join in. We set up a trap, and after a few minutes, we catch this little guy. The kids are cheering, and I’m just standing there, thinking, “What have I gotten myself into?”
By the time I’m done, it’s late afternoon. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but feel a bit proud. I mean, I saved some bread, caught a rat, and made some kids’ day. Not too shabby for a ratcatcher, right?
As I’m walking back home, I pass by the old church on the corner of Rákóczi utca. It’s beautiful, really. I stop for a second, take a deep breath, and think about how crazy this city is. Fegyvernek has its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of rats, flour, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in the life of a ratcatcher in Fegyvernek. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!