This morning: Stumbled out of bed to feed the devilcat at approx 5:30am. Stumbled back into bed.
Half an hour later: Dragged myself out of bed and . . . holy firetruck! DEAD RAT on the floor of my bedroom, right where I should have stepped on it. Intestines streaked across the floor.
Much gagging and screeching at devilcat. Nearly miss train owing to cleanup and disinfectant operations.
Just now: Cleaned up rat's blood from floor of my bedroom -- RIGHT NEXT TO MY BED -- where I didn't notice it this morning.
Resignation and revulsion.