I REALLY was hoping to stay away from rodent stories for a while, but like that other stuff that “happens” sometimes “rats happen.” While it may seem like I actually like to write about rats, it is merely their presence in so many homes that allows them to force themselves and their stories onto my blog.
Plus they are just so dang cute—-how can I say no to them? So, here is a little rat story for you.
Cut the cheese–I am coming home!
Ratso and Ratsue Ratus lived in the ceiling of a very nice split-level in the State of Washington. They lived there with an assortment of “inter-related” (euphemism for inbred) relatives.
Because Rats do their best work in the dark—being nocturnal and all—-Ratso would leave the split-level every night to go forage for oats and sow a few wild oats in the process.
(If you think about it, rats don’t really have all that much to do besides, find food, gnaw on anything in their path and make more rats. With that kind of lifestyle one can end up with one heck of a lot of rats in a short period of time, especially when encouraged with the luxurious habitats we call “home.”)
As he left the nest, he would always remind Ratsue to make sure to turn the light off so that he could find his way home.
(Remember rats are nocturnal—-the light only makes them food for other creatures—-and we would not want that.)
He felt all warm inside as he went off into the night knowing that Ratsue would not only turn off the light, as she always did, but would also have a piece of cheese cut for him when he got home. Ratsue just smiled, as he disappeared out past the light fixture and traversed the top of the door frame. She was content knowing that as he headed for those oats next door, next door was headed toward her–one of the fringe benefits of rats all looking so similar.
By Charles Buell, Real Estate Inspections in Seattle
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