I am guilty of harassing the trash rats. Ever since the luck of having nine baby rats cross my path, I have refused to leave them alone. Every time I venture out I check for them. The trash bags have been taken out, but the trash rats still remain.
I cornered two in the trash nook today. I heard them rustling and hurried over, grinning as I caught a peek of them running for cover. Baby rats are adorable. They looked like mice at first, but then I saw those big heads, small ears, big eyes gazing at me in fright, wondering why this human was so persistantly watching them, talking to them, singing to them (I can't remember the lyrics now, something about 'cute ratty butts come out', but it was a catchy tune).
Throughout the day I checked on them, and all day I found them, and finally my luck kicked in completely and I managed to get photos. Grainy, blurry, poorly lit, poorly composed, but real photos of trash rats in their element. If I was excited before, that's not compared to how I feel now.
Trash rats make me smile...
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posted by Sophielynette @ 12:12 AM