Brownie was looking out of the hole in the wall.
It’s coming this way!
Don’t worry, said Daddy. The trap should take care of it. 175 more words
Baltimore is a city not so much infested with rats as utterly beleaguered by them; tormented by vermin, inundated as in a biblical story. In Theo Anthony’s excellent new documentary Rat Film, these parasitic little critters seem to be scuttling about wherever the camera happens to look: down shadowy alleys and up desolate streets, ducking beneath residential foliage or darting out from under curb-side cars. 498 more words
The Black Death, a plague which swept over the Planet in the 14th Century, that was thought to have been spread by the fleas that live on rats. 299 more words
A rotten rusting hulk losing its balky battle twixt water, air and iron plate. Drawn day by day ever closer toward the briny deep.
The string quartet plays a mournful tune echoing around the listing listless ship, broken furniture and shards of glass litter the wretched cabaret lounge. 145 more words
I smell a rat…. if only I could get my cats to do the same.
In our utility room, which is stuffed to the gills with various types of food – bags of dog, and cat kibble, potato chips, egg noodles, dried peas and beans, and individual packets of hot chocolate powder began developing holes. 989 more words