Gary the Rat
So, every night before I go to bed, I sit at a table under the porch and smoke and read for an hour. This past month one of my dogs saw a rat scampering around down there and of course she went crazy. But I thought the rat was kind of cute and I had never seen it before, so I wasn't that worried. But then I saw it last night and the night before, so I had to name him. I named him Gary. He kind of looks like a Gary. Actually, he's a pretty good looking rat. I mean he's not as cute as those hairless ones, and he's not all white like those laboratory ones. He's about 6-7" long (not including tail) and he's gray on top, light brown on the sides, and white underneath. My dad wants to set up some rat poison, but I say no to that. I'm gonna get one of those traps where you can catch it and then set it loose somewhere else.
Yesterday my dad saw Gary sitting on the bird feeder and hit it with a cue stick, just as if he was shooting pool. He was very proud of himself. But this action did not deter Gary. I think the only thing that scares Gary is my dog. Boy, does she love that rat.
With that said, I still think rats are too gross to touch.
Yesterday my dad saw Gary sitting on the bird feeder and hit it with a cue stick, just as if he was shooting pool. He was very proud of himself. But this action did not deter Gary. I think the only thing that scares Gary is my dog. Boy, does she love that rat.
With that said, I still think rats are too gross to touch.