quasify

The rats have returned to Allston. I have been seeing more of these creepy bastards over the last few weeks, but now it’s such that I don’t particularly want to go out in the evening hours without real shoes. The dog asked if I felt like she deserved to go for a walk and since she’s been decent, off we go. Down the hill she goes into predator mode, having spotted Ratatouille under a car. I let her chase it since she never catches anything. I’ve got this theory that if fear of my dog can increase the cortisol levels in rat brains the same amount they increase it in mine, the universe stays in balance.

Surprising all three of us, she caught the 8 inch long filth-feeder and gave him a couple strong shakes, to his vigorous protest. Luckily she was still able to recognize my freaked out ‘Drop it!!!’ despite the bloodlust. Fievel exits stage right, hopefully to warn the others. If everyone is free, let’s do it again tomorrow…