Happy Mondays

ramtops, as in generally the case, rose from her pit earlier than me this morning to find a… substantial… gift from the Tribe in the study. Indecent burial of the sad remains fell to yrs. truly, but she gave me sanction to weigh the thing (once enbagged) on the kitchen scales.

At 8½ oz (240g), not quite up to the standard of January 2004’s 9 oz beast, but not to be sniffed at, as it were. Our guess is that Ratboy was (ir)responsible, but neither he nor any of the others are letting on.

Unlike mice and shrews, rats don’t seem to get consumed; Mac reckons this might be down to the lack of tomato ketchup. And buns.

[ x-posted from the Tribe’s blog ]