There should be some life at home. Someone has cats, someone has dogs, someone has a husband.

I had a friend who had three rats. Attention in the Year of the Rat. What will he do for the Year of the Dragon? Okay, I brought and brought.
A friend went abroad to see people, to show themselves and their rats. At the airport, the control opens a cage, and there are only two rats. He immediately calls 911. That is to me.
Anyway, he says. The rat disappeared. Whether in a taxi, or at the airport, or at home. And he asks me to check if one of the rats is left at home, so that the airport is not on his ears (and he can).
Do you know how to find a rat in a 4-bedroom apartment?
I now know. Put a plate of water and crush dry pasta there. The rats have to run away.
But! Rat is not an Olympics, you can’t hold it. He is hiding somewhere and waiting for me to leave. If she is at home.
I make a strategic decision: I go out for half an hour to the store and come back.
and bingo! There is no pasta in the plate, so the rat is at home. of logic?
I call a friend, and he also has good news. The rat was found at the airport. I went into the suitcase to a lady who is writing a statement to him right now.

I’m sitting here and wondering, who ate the pasta in the empty apartment?