Man, what a day! I swear, being a ratcatcher in Cavenago-di-Brianza is like a rollercoaster ride. You think you know what’s coming, but nah, life’s got other plans. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already chugging my espresso like it’s the elixir of life. Gotta fuel up for the madness ahead.
First stop, Via Roma. Classic spot. I’m just chillin’, minding my own business, when I hear this squeaking. I’m like, “Oh great, here we go.” I whip out my trusty traps, ready to catch some furry little fiend. But then, outta nowhere, this old lady pops up. She’s waving her arms like she’s conducting an orchestra. Turns out, she’s got a rat problem too. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a miracle worker!” But she’s persistent. I can’t say no to a sweet old lady, so I’m stuck helping her.
We head down to Via Garibaldi. Man, that street is a maze! I’m dodging scooters and old folks on their morning strolls. I’m sweating bullets, and the lady’s just chatting away about her cat, Mr. Whiskers. I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m here for the rats, not your cat stories!” But she’s got that charm, you know?
Finally, we get to her place. It’s a cute little house, but the rat situation? Ugh, it’s a nightmare. I set up my traps, and while I’m at it, I’m thinking about how I could use a vacation. Maybe a beach? But then, BAM! A rat darts past me. I jump like I’ve seen a ghost. The lady laughs, and I’m like, “Yeah, real funny.”
After that, I’m off to Via della Libertà. I’m feeling good, like I’m on a roll. But then, I hit a snag. A big ol’ dumpster is blocking the way. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Who puts a dumpster here?” I squeeze through, and guess what? More rats! I’m starting to think these little guys are plotting against me.
I set my traps again, and while I’m waiting, I start chatting with a dude who’s walking his dog. He’s telling me about the best pizza joint in town. I’m like, “Dude, I’m all about that pizza life!” But then, I get distracted. A rat scurries by, and I’m back in action.
Hours pass, and I’m exhausted. I finally catch a break and snag a couple of those pesky critters. I’m feeling like a champ! But then, I get a call. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the piazza!” I’m thinking, “What now?”
I rush over to Piazza della Repubblica. It’s packed! Turns out, there’s a festival going on. Food stalls everywhere, music blasting. I’m like, “This is the best!” I grab a slice of pizza, and it’s heavenly. I’m munching away, feeling like a king.
But then, I see it. A rat! Right in the middle of the festival! I’m like, “No way!” I drop my pizza and spring into action. People are laughing, thinking it’s part of the show. I’m chasing this rat like it’s the last one on Earth.
Finally, I catch it, and the crowd goes wild. I’m standing there, holding this rat like I just won a trophy. I’m laughing, they’re laughing, and for a moment, everything’s perfect.
As the sun sets over Cavenago-di-Brianza, I’m reflecting on the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. I love this city, even with its rat problems. It’s home, you know? And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that’s a day in the life of a ratcatcher. Crazy, right? But hey, it’s all in a day’s work!