Here's an update:
I came home from work today and sat down into my room and her the scampering noises. I was so angry at that point that I marched down to the apartment office. I've been pretty nice about this whole mess up until now. I think my cheeks were completely red cause I was so mad. I stormed in there and one of the leasing agents was sitting at the front desk. She's that fake-nice kind of person. She's like, "Hi there ZTAngel! What can I do for you today?" in one of those voices that said 'I'll be nice to your face but the second you walk out, I'll start talking crap about you to my co-workers'. She is the one I have been dealing with for the past 3 weeks concerning the rat problem...the one who has gotten nothing done.
So, I go to her, "I need to see the apartment manager."
Evil Leasing Agent: She's busy right now. You'll have to come back.
Me: Oh no, I don't think so. You go get her right now! (Evil leasing agent goes and gets the manager)
Manager says angrily, "Can I help you?" I am beyond annoyed at this point.
Me: Yes, I live in apartment 305. And, you see, I have come in here on four seperate occasions and told Aimee here about the little rat problem we've been having. And, every time, Aimee has said that you all will take care of it right away.....
Manager: And we'll get to it.
Me: Excuse me, but I don't believe that I was finished quite yet. Anywho, like usually, you all still haven't gotten it taken care of which is really bad cause rats are a serious health risk. They breed really quickly and....
Manager: Yeah, we'll get to it......
Me: There you go interrupting me again. Anyways, we pay our rent on time, everytime. Therefore, we expect that same courtesy from y'all when it comes to maintenance requests. So, I will give you two days to get someone in our attic to put traps in there. If it is not done in that amount of time, I will call the Seminole County Health Services. And, if you think I'm lying, TRY ME!
Aimee and the manager looked like a deer caught in headlights. They stumbled to find words. Nobody messes with the Angel!

It's funny because about an hour later I was sitting in my room watching TV when I heard a knock the door. It was the pest control guy who was stopping by to put traps in our attic.
I said to him, "Now, will you checking these traps every once in a while to make sure there are no animal carcasses in them? It's hot in the attic and I sure don't want the smell of a dead animal in my apartment."
The pest guy looks at me and goes, "No prob. The apartment manager told me to do anything you ask."
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
I'm usually nice but, unfortunately, it sometimes takes being a b*tch to get anything done.