Rats

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Well these are my rat stories... Rat story #1 - we acquired a pet rat or rats when I was a child. We had all kinds of pets when I was a child. We were not dumb. They were all male rats. Then we acquired a "male" rat from my friend Susan down the street. Said "male" rat started having babies and pretty soon, we had ourselves a rat farm. Some of the rats got out and found their way upstairs to my mom's closet. My poor Aunt Maxine, who hates rats, had herself a pretty nasty scare from one of the loose ones. Eventually we managed to round them up, separate the genders and sell all the females to a pet store. End rat farm. Rat story #2 - we had two cats in our first house, Jinx and Fluff. One night when I was home alone - Richard worked a lot of nights - I heard this funny noise. I went into the guest bathroom and there were the cats looking at the bathtub. Inside the bathtub was a large, brown rat. Not knowing what else to do, I threw the cats into the tub. The cats ran out of the tub. I called Richard and told him this was all his fault for not being there. Then I proceeded to whack the rat with something until it was dead. Next day Richard went and found where the rat had come into the house. A couple of days later the babies started coming into the house. I don't remember who killed them, but this time he sealed up the inside also. A couple of days after that, there was a really nasty smell on that side of the house. Yep, there must have been more baby rats trapped in there that died. Not one of my more fun experiences. Probably less fun for the rats. Rat story #3 - when we moved to the Sacramento area, the girls' school had mascots in most of the classrooms. Dearra's class had a rat named Waffle. The school was on year round and the mascots usually went home with one of the children during the breaks. Dearra wanted to bring Waffle home, so we did. She did a great job of taking care of her (with a little help from me). The next school year, not too far into the year, Waffle died at the ripe old age of three. Dearra cried. End rat stories. Got any of your own rat stories?