Crazy old man upstairs in our 4 unit apartment building fed the birds to the point they ate from his hand at the widow. This brought squirrels, who he lured away by tossing peanuts into our shared back yard which brought … a rat. Ugly awful. But manageable until she had rat babies. All early summer, at dusk they would sit in a bush out back, intertwined with the chain link watching the house waiting for peanuts to fly.
Finally crazy peanuts the birdman even understood and cut the off cold turkey and they disappeared by late summer.
Looking out your back window and seeing a back of rats in a small tree watching you back is creee-peee.
In fact I have an Adams Morgan Rat story. … The second biggest rat I ever saw* strolled out of a trash bag on the street late one night, eyed me in an insolent “FU” sort of way and strolled, not skittered or ran, into the sewer. He was about 7 inches high at the shoulder with a body sans tail of est 14 inches. HUGE.
(*no.1 was a cat sized naked tail that was too big to be “squished” by a car, more like a dead deer on the side of the road … you wonder what happened to the car)
I miss my ratties. I had five of the little buggers, but developed a really nasty allergy to them. Once they passed on, I couldn’t buy any more. They’re good little pets.
I had five of the little buggers, but developed a really nasty allergy to them. Once they passed on, I couldn’t buy any more. They’re good little pets.