Man, what a day! I swear, being a ratcatcher in Jibou is like being in a circus. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the rats. Ugh, those little furballs. I grab my gear, head outta my place on Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the one with the bakery that smells like heaven? Yeah, that one.
So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this old lady. She’s got a broom, sweeping the sidewalk like it’s her life’s mission. I’m like, “Hey, do you need a hand?” She just glares at me. Like, chill, lady! I’m not here to steal your broom!
Anyway, I get to the park near the Jibou Cultural Center. Beautiful spot, right? But guess what? It’s infested with rats! I mean, I thought I was in a horror movie. They were everywhere! I’m talking about a rat party, and I wasn’t invited. I pull out my traps, and suddenly, I hear this loud noise.
Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. They kick the ball right into my trap zone! I’m like, “Noooo! Not my traps!” But the kids just laugh. Little punks. I’m trying to catch rats, not be a babysitter.
So, I finally set my traps, and I’m waiting. And waiting. I’m losing my mind. I start thinking about how I could be at home, binge-watching some show instead of this. But then, I see it. A rat! A big one! I’m talking about a rat that could probably bench press me.
I chase it down Strada Libertății. I’m running like a madman, yelling, “Get back here, you furry fiend!” People are staring. I must look ridiculous. But I don’t care. I’m on a mission!
Finally, I corner it near the old church. You know, the one with the cool architecture? Yeah, that one. I’m about to catch it when—BAM! A pigeon flies right into my face. I stumble back, and the rat escapes! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!”
Now I’m angry. I’m sweating, and my heart’s racing. I take a deep breath, try to calm down. I mean, it’s just a rat, right? But it’s not just any rat. It’s the rat! The one that got away.
After that fiasco, I decide to grab a coffee at the café on Strada Mihai Viteazul. I need to regroup. I sit down, and the barista, this cool dude, gives me a free pastry. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!” It’s a chocolate croissant, and it’s heavenly.
But then, I get a call. Another rat problem. This time, it’s at the market. I rush over, and it’s chaos. People are screaming, running around. I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, a rat stole a hot dog from a vendor. Classic!
I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew rats had such good taste? I set up my traps again, and this time, I’m ready. I catch a couple of them, and the crowd goes wild. They’re cheering for me like I’m some kind of hero.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I head back home, thinking about all the craziness. Jibou is wild, man. It’s got its charm, but it’s also got its challenges. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, though.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another day in the life of a ratcatcher in Jibou. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!