Those rustling sounds from behind the piano

After chuckling to myself about my cousin's rodent problem, I'm not laughing anymore. It would appear we have visitors behind the piano. I think it came through a small opening in the living room floor board. This just sucks. I need to go to work, get ready for my trip in less than 3 weeks and now this. Things will be thrown out tomorrow, starting with that mungy rolled up rug behind the piano. Maybe this is god's way of telling us it time to de-clutter this apartment. I will be throwing out everything in that living room that is just harbouring dust.

This is not a pleasant feeling at all. I feel violated by this furry trespasser. Damnit to hell, now I'm gonna have to clean my room which is a task that is about 3 days of work. I really don't need this now.