Marcus was moving the refrigerator to clean behind it. I heard him go quiet. That particular kind of quiet.
"Jen. Come look at this."
Behind the fridge along the entire baseboard was a trail of small, dark droppings. Dozens of them.
I checked the pantry. A bag of rice in the corner had a small, clean hole chewed through the bottom.
We didn't sleep that night.
We called an exterminator first thing Monday morning. $800. They came. They set traps. They said they'd "sealed the entry points."
Fourteen days later, I found fresh droppings on the kitchen counter.
We called again. Another $600. Same process. Same promises.
Three weeks after that more droppings. Behind the stove this time.