FAKE Double Drabble: Rodent Trouble
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badly_knittedTitle: Rodent Trouble
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: During the manga.
Summary: Stakeouts are never fun, but this one is worse than most.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Trap’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Checking the traps he’d laid down, Ryo sighed, annoyed; all three had been sprung, the bait was gone, but he’d failed to catch anything, which was annoying. Bad enough he and Dee were having to camp out in this damp, dingy, draughty rundown apartment while staking out the building across the street, but to have to share it with a population of rats and mice on top of the cockroaches was too much.
“Any luck?” Dee murmured.
“None. These traps are supposed to be foolproof, but no matter how carefully I set them, I’m still not catching anything.” He’d heard the rodents scuttling around while he was trying to grab a couple of hours’ sleep on the old camp bed they’d set up, so they wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor, at the mercy of the wildlife, and yet in two days, nada.
“It’s not the traps, or the way you’re settin’ ‘em, New York rodents are just way smarter than your average vermin. They’ve got every kind of trap sussed, so they can get the bait without bein’ got.”
“Where does that leave us, putting up with rats and mice for another week?”
“We could borrow a cat.”
The End
“Any luck?” Dee murmured.
“None. These traps are supposed to be foolproof, but no matter how carefully I set them, I’m still not catching anything.” He’d heard the rodents scuttling around while he was trying to grab a couple of hours’ sleep on the old camp bed they’d set up, so they wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor, at the mercy of the wildlife, and yet in two days, nada.
“It’s not the traps, or the way you’re settin’ ‘em, New York rodents are just way smarter than your average vermin. They’ve got every kind of trap sussed, so they can get the bait without bein’ got.”
“Where does that leave us, putting up with rats and mice for another week?”
“We could borrow a cat.”
The End
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Date: 2025-02-26 10:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-02-26 11:04 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2025-02-27 11:17 pm (UTC)And here's hoping, if the boys do, they don't choose one who just looks at the mouse like, "Huh? What am I supposed to do about this?"
When I was younger, I used to literally throw some of our cats right at the mouse -- and more often than not, they had NO clue WHY I was sending them after the wee beastie! I remember once Patrick -- total black sweetheart -- just kinda turned 'round and looked at me, all wide-eyed but peaceful like, "HUH? Yes? What are you asking of me?"
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Date: 2025-02-27 11:26 pm (UTC)Some cats just don't have the hunting instinct, or they hunt the wrong things. Ours when I was a kid once proudly brought home a freshly cooked pork chop, must have stolen it off someone's dinner plate. Same cat also licked half the jam off the jam tart I'd baked at school that day. I turned around and she had her head in my cookery basket. I was not impressed.
Thank you!