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[perlmonger]

The frantic squeaking ramtops and I heard in the bedroom last night turns out, on morning investigation under the bed, to have been a rat.

It's now interred in a plastic bag outside awaiting final disposal.

And, no, I didn't weigh this one.

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[rusty76.livejournal.com]

Well. Dead rat infinitely preferable to live, no? Assuming the cats gave it it's quietus.

(and except for the wobbly purple bits on the rug, admittedly)