Rat-a-tat-tat : vermin everywhere Had my mate Shuggie staying last weekend and so after a loooooooooooooooong night's drinking he gets up in the morning for a drink of juice.

Gazing out the kitchen window into the jumble of grass, bushes and shed that I laughingly call a garden he spots a squirrel.

Or so he thought.

It was a fucking mahooosive rat that sauntered under the fence when it realised it was spotted.

So, I tell the neighbour and who doesn't believe me until they speak to other neighbours who confim that "yes" they had also seen a rat and "yes" it was huge.

Having a few beers in the pub last night and the neighbour calls my mobile absolutely terrified - she'd put Rat Poison down in her garden and two rats were tucking in big style in a huge and disgusting manner. Her wee 6 year old daughter was providing a running commentary in the background and the poor wee mite thought her Mum had been eaten by rats when she popped out to put out the rubbish and got talking to Kathryn.

Now, I've not seen them yet but I'm going to get tooled up for when I do. Traps, Poison and a catapult/air pistol are going to get purchased.

Gonna shoot me some varmits and get some hired guns also.

Oh and we've got mice in the office at work as well!
A wee cowerin timorous beastie, wi a panic in it's breestie ran around the floor of the office the other day just as I was leaving.

"What should we do?" enquired Martin
"Phone the helpdesk?" was my less than helpful suggestion before making a sharp exit for my train.

Supposedly the fact that we've seen them means they are ripped out their tits on poison but let's see.

Oh and our office is directly above a supermarket with it's own bakery......
nobody is getting anything from there anymore...  ¶ 10:52 AM