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Ratsbane and Thurg: Slayers of Fiendish Rodents

Maybe slayer is an overstatement. We didn't actually kill the rat. We didn't actually see it either, but we heard it. I mean, we heard something. Some kind of animal noises. Last year I thought the scurrying and screeching noises coming from a nook in my back porch were caused by a bat. Last year I was attacked by a bat in my own house, so I just kind of linked the two. But this year was more scurrying than screeching; can bats really scurry? My neighbor David did a lot of field research to figure out what we were up against. He'd beat various areas of the wall and listen to the scurry/screech pattern. Eventually he concluded that it was a rat. We donned some anti-rat-disease head gear (i.e. towels around our face) and attempted to fumigate the rat out of his lair with concentrated bleach. Like tear gas, right? It got awfully agitated but didn't leave. Next time were going to try the roach poison.