Man, what a day! I swear, being a ratcatcher in Sint-Willebrord is like being in a freakin' circus. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already dreading the day. I mean, who wants to deal with rats before breakfast? Not me, that’s for sure.
First stop, the good ol’ Kloosterstraat. I get a call about some “massive infestation” in a bakery. Like, c’mon, who lets rats run wild in a place where they bake bread? I roll up, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me. But then, bam! I see these little furballs scurrying around like they own the place. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t a rat party!”
So, I grab my traps and start setting them up. The baker, poor dude, is freaking out. He’s like, “What if they get in the dough?” I’m like, “Chill, man. I got this.” But inside, I’m thinking, “If I don’t catch these guys, I’m gonna be the one in the dough!”
After a while, I catch a couple. But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s the baker, tripping over a bag of flour. Flour goes everywhere! It’s like a snowstorm in there. I can’t help but laugh. He’s covered in white, looking like a ghost. I’m like, “Dude, you’re the spookiest baker I’ve ever seen!”
Next, I head over to the Hoofdstraat. I’m thinking, “Great, more rats.” But nah, this time it’s a cat. A fat, lazy cat just lounging on a windowsill. I’m like, “Really? You’re supposed to be hunting, not napping!” But hey, I get it. Who wouldn’t wanna chill in the sun?
Then, I get a call from some lady on the Molenstraat. She’s all panicked, saying her kids saw a rat in the garden. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a garden. There’s bound to be some critters.” But I go anyway. When I get there, I see the kids, all wide-eyed, pointing at a bush. I’m thinking, “This better not be a prank.”
I check it out, and guess what? It’s just a squirrel. A freakin’ squirrel! I’m like, “You guys scared of this little guy?” The kids are all giggly now, and I’m just shaking my head. Kids these days, man.
By now, I’m starving. I swing by the local snackbar on the Kerkstraat. Best fries in town, no joke. I grab a portion, and while I’m munching, I overhear some old folks talking about the “good ol’ days.” They’re reminiscing about Sint-Willebrord before all the new buildings popped up. I’m thinking, “Yeah, but have you seen the new playground? It’s awesome!”
After my snack break, I get a call from the town hall. They need me to check out a rat problem near the park. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I get there, and it’s a whole family of rats. I’m talking like a rat convention. I’m ready to throw my hands up in despair.
But then, I see this little girl feeding the ducks. She’s got a bag of bread, and I’m like, “No way she’s sharing that with the rats.” But she does! She throws some bread, and the rats come out. I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I’m like, “This is not how it’s supposed to go!”
Finally, I manage to catch a few of the sneaky little buggers. But man, what a day! I’m exhausted, covered in flour, and my stomach’s growling. I head home, thinking about how wild Sint-Willebrord can be. It’s a small town, but it’s got its quirks.
As I lay in bed, I can’t help but chuckle. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? Maybe I’ll find a rat that can dance or something. Sint-Willebrord, you never cease to amaze me!