Buster caught a teeny weeny rat outside the building this morning, then took it inside and either ate it or let it go. Hopefully it’s not curled up dead someplace, I find dead rat odour to be one of the most trying things psychologically.
Storm Ida had a few things to say about rats too.
If the link disappears, apparently the storm drowned almost every rat in NYC.
That’s what happens when you get too much water. How about just enough?
Above noted link is about how reintroducing water to a dried out river in Tucson has had stunning ecological effects. I prefer dragonflies over rats.
Ever notice how white ladies love to steal Indigenous ancestry?
WHERE IS YOUR KOKUM, KIES. I prefer people who don’t lie about their ancestry over rats.
