grossness

i awoke, bright and early (despite being well tired due to late sleep, little sleep, and waking up several times coughing), went through to organise all my stuff for work, only to find the most wonderful surprise on my desk. the apple i had in my bag (lunch not eaten) had been mauled, as had the hessian bag it was in (a really nice expensive one) and the bits and pieces were strewn all over my desk. a few weeks ago we realised we had a rat problem in the house; it seemed to be just one, but was determined to eat anything and everything in its path, including my silicone baking trays. now, oh lucky, lucky me, it seems to have left the kitchen of the main house, and migrate up the garden to reside in my little flat. the fucking thing ate most of the apple! not to mention the bag it went through to get it. not to mention the little bot of half eaten, disease ridden food it left around the place. i have never felt so ill, so grossed out, and repulsed in awhile. my flat is totally open plan, with very little storage or hiding space, and thus its freaking the bejesus out of me where in gods name that little cretin is hiding and making residence. eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww. and there's nothing to separate my bedroom, or to keep me safe and removed from the vermin. help?! why my house i ask you. its super clean, i never leave food around (except for said stupid apple) but according to its history, this thing is going to eat anything, so now what? i may just be sick everywhere if we have to resort to those humane traps (means I'll have to see it?!) or even worse poison.... goddamn, didn't think rats were really such a big problem anymore, since like, i don't know, they spread the plague- now that sucker is going down.