Someone Call Alberici's Great Hunter

The site warehouse is located around the corner from the jobsite.  The supervisor came into work a couple of mornings and frowned at the unwound paper towel roll that lay across the kitchen counter.  He noticed items on his desk had been knocked about a bit.  Then he saw the droppings..and knew there was a problem.

The Great Hunter heard of this infiltration and came quickly.

Nose to the ground he discovered the rodent's lair .. simultaneously solving the mystery of the unwound paper towel roll.  The beast had made a cozy home under the fridge..complete with papertowel insulation.

Enlisting the aid of one of the 4 fellow burly construction workers that observed the hunt, The Great Hunter had the fridge tipped up, while he began to pull out the paper towels that were stuffed underneath.  The furry rodent lay just beyond...  The Great Hunter grabbed the long serrated bread knife that lay on the counter beside him, and as the rat made a break from his hideaway, the Hunter quickly struck, whacking the beast across the back with the blade of the knife.

But the beast lived...darting across the room...straight for 2 brave construction labourers that screamed like little girls and leaped out of the way.  With the agility of a ninja warrior, the young brother of the Great Hunter twisted, completed a backflip, and landed crouched on top of a nearby desk.  The others danced and giggled, releasing the nervous fear that raced up their spineless backs.

According to legend, the rat was 8 inches long, nose to rear...a hideous, monstrous rodent by any standard.

Leaving a trail of blood splatter, the evil furball found refuge within the plotter.

Over the next few days, the Great Hunter waited, unable to penetrate the steel walls that protected the beast.

But the beast tricked the Great Hunter.  It had returned to it's lair through the night.

With his finely honed instincts, the hunter tracked the sneaky beast back to it's nest....this time reaching inside and grabbing the rodent with his gloved hands.  With one victorious twist, he snapped the neck of the spawn of hell, ending the terror that plagued the warehouse.

But it has begun again.

This time...one of the little bastards is near me.  Under the fridge.  Growing.  Feeding.  Pooping.

And freaking me out!!!

Will someone call the Great Hunter...and this time, don't take 3 days to kill the thing!!!  I don't care if you have to stay up all night long with your little night vision goggles on...make that thing go away!!!!

EEEEEYYYYUUUUUUUUU!!!!  YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK!!!!