I take that back.
Hell, is a small but noisy rodent seemingly stuck between your bedroom ceiling and the neighbour’s floor, scuttling around aimlessly at 3am, only stopping every ten minutes to gnaw on stuff.
That critter is single-handedly squandering any tiny amount of goodwill Walt Disney may have ever earned his species.
You, my friend, have picked the wrong neighbour to fuck with. I’ve dealt with more resilient than you before.