An acquaintance recently moved out of the residence
where I have spent most of the past year.
Left their room in this residence,
in order to rent a studio apartment upstairs from
a village-square neighborhood that has mostly
shops, restaurants, and other commercial small-business ventures.
Library, post office, bank branches, suchlike.

This person's studio apartment has three restaurants within walking distance, or even stepping distance,
it's that sort of block -- a big-sized street block for a village.

Now it's winter and the restaurants are shut due to COVID-19
And guess what has come to chew their collective way
through the studio apartment walls?
Some hungry rats that are restaurant-dumpster habitués . . .
the exterminator had to be called,
and some closing up of places done
where the restaurant rats could get up to the upstairs . . .