A Crusade Against Rat Shit
Day 1
While today marks the beginning of my Crusade against rats, it is not my first time facing them. A week ago, the rats got into the spare barrels, and they liked to get in and gnaw on them. Some are left to be nothing but splinters others are left with head sized holes in the sides of them. The barrels aren't the problem, though. The real problem is the rat shit.
Anytime the rats come through, they leave thick piles of excitement that spot the floor. The largest piles of feces are as large as a bloke's head, with the smallest being the size of a toss ball. The putrid smell emanates throughout the nearby halls, leaving most servants to avoid the store room. So I, the only servant who can stand the stench, am left to clean the mess. Burning barrels, scooping shit, and uttering this singular mantra;
"There's no such thing as a man sized rat"
