The rat, it drowns

Edit: The tissues made my grandpa very happy.  He was giddy and all.  I mean, 250 2-ply for $1?!  And it's from Scotties; my family's favorite tissue brand (because it's all soft~)  So nostalgic, the tissue I've used in my childhood :O
 
My dad bought $55 worth of tissue... Yeah, I should probably stop complaining about the constant lose of money.  Anyhow, it seems I've misplaced my keys.  I expect it to be located at that Italian restaurant because I vaguely remember dropping all my stuff.  While I was gathering everything, I saw my keys but unconsciously, didn't bother to pick it up?!  Now I need to go to the restaurant one of these days, hopefully before my grandparents find out.

There's been (a) rat(s) living under my bed the past few months.  Once in a while, I would gather all my stuff and compact it so the rat can't make a home in any roomy places; my grandmother has always said my bed was a breathing ground for critters and rodents---I live in a pigsty.  My brother used to buy some snacks and we would hide it under my bed; in a rush to keep it in stealth from my grandparents.  When we finally remember it was down there, we found the packaging clawed through and some of the edibles had been consumed.  Indirectly, we were helping them noisy rodents live and thrive.  One time, one of those bastards got stuck in the sink.  It couldn't get out.  My ignorant mother stuck her hand in to grab it by the tail and it used her arm as a ramp to escape.   We were constantly able to capture one rat, and another would come into the open after a few days... they probably breed like rabbits.

I came home and my grandpa tells me the most recent (and probably last) rat has been trapped.  I saw the metal box rattle; apparently, the rodent was still alive.  Later on, my grandpa brings the container and hoses water into the tiny slits.  The rat probably drowned.

So they're not rats... they are mice.  I don't give a damn because they are both annoying pests.