Having caught the little critter (or rather, having placed the glue trap in a corner of my room for what must have been months), I felt a rush of shame and remorse running through my person. I hadn't noticed him at first, but tiny squeaky sounds alerted me to his presence. Sure enough, he was stuck. Having consulted Reakes about my options, I thought the best thing would be to take him outside and crush him with a brick taken from the construction site next door.
I just couldn't do it.
He's slowly fading away now, in a Carphone Warehouse paper bag, alone, in the wind. Goodbye my little friend. Godspeed.
#13 December 2006
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Ken dude, I overstand your scene with the raton. In my old yard in SW6, my neighbour Pat asked me if I could clear up the rubbish which had come out of the bags and was strewn across the yard. The bag had been pierced by a rat's teeth so I knew we had some big ones. I proceeded to put the old bag in the new bag and tied it up tightly. I placed the bag on top of the bins to prevent further tampering when I noticed movement in the bag as if something was trying to get out. I had guessed rightly, it was a very large rat still in the bag.
After shreaking, I kicked the bag so hard that my foot made a hole in it and as it fell to the floor a rat the size of one of Reake's British Knights size 14 ran out.
Too far out.
Then some crack heads moved in above me...
Posted by: | 8:38am 15 December 2006