Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a ratcatcher in Woudhuis is no walk in the park. I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another boring day, ya know? But boy, was I wrong.
First off, I hit the streets of Woudhuis, right? I’m cruisin’ down the Hoofdstraat, and I swear, the smell of fresh stroopwafels from that little bakery on the corner is like a siren call. I’m tryin’ to focus on my job, but my stomach’s like, “Feed me, human!” So, I grab one. Best decision ever.
But then, I get a call. Some lady on De Zandweg is freakin’ out about rats in her attic. I mean, come on! Who even lets that happen? So, I rush over, dodgin’ cyclists and those annoying tourists who think they own the place.
When I get there, this lady is practically in tears. “They’re huge!” she says. “Like, bigger than my cat!” I’m thinkin’, lady, your cat must be tiny. But I nod and head up to the attic.
And let me tell ya, it’s a jungle up there. Cobwebs everywhere, and I’m pretty sure I saw a family of spiders throwin’ a rave. But then, I hear it. The scurrying. My heart races. I’m like, “This is it!” I whip out my traps, ready to catch some furry little monsters.
Suddenly, I see ‘em. Three fat rats, just chillin’ like they own the place. I’m like, “Yo, this is my turf!” I set the traps, and boom! One’s caught. But the other two? They’re like ninjas, dodgin’ my every move. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and I’m pretty sure I just yelled, “Get back here, you little thieves!”
After a solid half hour of chaos, I finally catch the last one. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, I step in something. Yup, you guessed it. Rat poop. Ugh! I’m gagging, but I can’t let the lady see me like this. So, I just smile and say, “All good now!”
I head back down, and she’s all grateful, givin’ me cookies and stuff. I’m like, “Lady, I just saved your attic, not the world!” But hey, free cookies, right?
Next, I’m off to the park near De Wetering. I need a breather. But guess what? There’s a whole gang of kids there, and they’re all like, “Look, it’s the rat guy!” Great. Just what I need. They start followin’ me, askin’ a million questions. “Do you have a pet rat?” “Can you catch my brother?” I’m like, “Chill, kids! I’m not a magician!”
But then, one of ‘em, this little girl with pigtails, hands me a drawing. It’s a rat with a cape. I’m touched, man. I’m like, “This is the best thing ever!” I hang it on my van.
Finally, I’m headin’ home, exhausted. I pass by the canal, and it’s beautiful. The sunset over Woudhuis is somethin’ else. I think about how crazy today was. Rats, cookies, and a kid’s drawing.
But then, I see a rat scurryin’ by the water. I can’t catch a break! I just shake my head and laugh. “Tomorrow’s another day,” I say to myself.
And that’s a wrap on my wild day in Woudhuis. Who knew ratcatchin’ could be so emotional?