We have a war with tree rats going on here right now. They bedded down in the attic this winter, until we found them out and sent up some serious poison. Now they've moved to their cooler summer homes in our trees, but still make periodic visits to their winter home, just to make sure everything is in order. Every evening Husband goes out in the backyard and at least one of them stares down at him from the bougainvillea, beady-eyed and mean. He howls, throws a tennis ball at the rat, and off the critter goes. It's a little bedtime ritual they've all grown to love.
But as much as I hate my rats, think about how these people feel about one muskrat:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080627/ap_on_re_us/midwest_flooding_257
Best quote: "With all the guns in this county, couldn't we kill a muskrat?"
Indeed.
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