It Wasn’t Anywhere Near This Cute

So after a lovely evening out at the movies, Greg and I were walking down the ramp when a large, black shape runs across the dock in front of us.

J: “Tell me that was just a low-flying bat.”
G: “OK, if that’s what you need to believe.” (accomodating, isn’t he?)
J: “No, really, that WASN’T a rat, was it?”
G: “Hey, I’ll tell you whatever you need to hear.”
J: “But it COULDN’T have been, could it? There aren’t any rats at OUR dock. Just everybody else’s docks, right?”

And so the conversation continued as I struggled through my disbelief that there could possibly be a rodent on MY dock. Next up: baffles on the dock lines!

4 Responses to “It Wasn’t Anywhere Near This Cute”

  1. V-Dub
    December 3, 2006 at 2:04 pm #

    I’m certain that it was merely one of those helpful rats, off looking for a scrap of newsprint that says ‘Radiant’.Or a very short ferret.But no matter what it was, rest assured that it was probably armed.

  2. rob
    December 3, 2006 at 10:03 am #

    I take Wafarin so they don`t bother me too much! :o)) rope Baffles are the things you need easily made out of thin “car bodywork” tin or old scrap copper calorifiers and a pair of tinsnips just cut out a cone in cardboard as a pattern and then make it in tin! cockroaches are a worse problem in the south dont bring cardboard boxes on board,ever!

  3. bowiechick
    December 2, 2006 at 3:47 pm #

    Tee, hee, hee!Friends, I have had two rats have met there demise at my hands, by means of a stick or broom. I can’t say that I was all that broken up about it. I don’t care if it is one of “God’s creatures.” This is why they call me “Ratslayer”. I used to be such a princess.That said, be on the lookout for mice too. They can squeeze and jump into the smallest of spots. They can chew through everything but metal. The riparian zone of the rivers is prime habitat for all kinds of vermin. Lookit you adapting. Just give it time. You’ll have blood on your hands too.

  4. Anonymous
    December 2, 2006 at 2:39 pm #

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