Raton, de Muerte'

Fucking rats. The Shimmering Buddah came to me in a dream last week. It was a dream with advice on ridding your house of rats.
As dreams go, this one grows hazier as the days go by. I do remember the tunnels.
The tunnels I must dig under the house. The tunnels where I am to stuff the 37lbs of C4 plastique' explosif'. The tunnels where I am to bury the 10 5gal Jerry cans of gasoline. The tunnels where I am to bury 40 cans of lighter fluid, 10 boxes of strike anywhere matches, and 15 lbs of dry powdered gelatin, (Jell-O brand, Lime).
There was more, I'm sure.