Folding the missives, I pushed them partially through the crack in the wall and waited. They disappeared, and then I could hear The Tenant scribbling. When another note appeared, I pulled it the rest of the way through the wall. EVERYTHING? To which I replied, Traps, poison, stuffing of holes, and—upon the prompting of my maid—filling a bottle with crumbs in an effort to lure them inside, stuff them fat, and take them to the garden to be smashed.
