I hate rats. I kid myself and think they don’t exist around here, but I know they do.
Back when I was younger, I lived in Seattle. Kurt Cobain was still an unknown. My girlfriend was a sound engineer, and worked the clubs around the Pioneer district downtown. I would pick her up from work, or maybe enjoyed the show with her, and we would be making our way back to our car at 2 or 3 am. The junkies were scary enough to deal with, but the first time I saw a rat there, I was horrified. They were freaking huge. The locals called them Norwegian rats or wharf rats. They were the size of of a stout Jack Russel.
Sorry about that Flashbacks. Rats suck. Kill them all.