It’s rat o’clock
We knew we had a(nother) rat problem when we came down in the morning and both of the cat’s bowls were licked clean. We learned during lockdown: rats raised on catfood are a special kind of plague.
I hate putting poison down. I really, really do. But no way I’m going to deal with those gigantic rat traps and the…consequences. I just keep putting poison out until it stops disappearing.
Welp, Uncle B has just bagged the third dead rat. I don’t think that’s all of them – I saw something skitter across the kitchen earlier – but there’s still food in the bowls when we come down now.
I asked Grok for a cartoon dead rat with Xs for eyes. As you can see, it followed the brief. But for some reason stuck a third X in the middle of the forehead I had to paint out.
Posted: November 4th, 2026 under personal.
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Comment from Uncle AL
Time: November 4, 2026, 9:27 pm
I yearn for the good old days when the rats were the cat food.
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