No way – its a giant freakin' rat.
And I just nearly trod on it on my way to the garage. The reason I almost trod on it was not because I didn't see it, because I did see it, but because I didn't have my glasses on, so what I saw was – a birds nest that must have fallen out of a tree. Then I got closer and no, its a tumbleweed type thing, with a bit of wire sticking out of it. Then just as I was about to bend to inspect it – holy shit, its a giant rat. A giant sick rat.
But hang on I thought, maybe its a little marsupial. Lost. Or sick. Ok, definitely sick. Poisoned by the look of it. So I rang Daz
where are you
at the workshop, why?
theres something you need to come and have a look at
and probably kill
Because I didn't want Betty to get at it if it had been poisoned. Because it was big you know, so I figured fairly toxic. And I remember the vet saying something about cats getting sick if they ate poisoned mice.
So Daz turns up with JD for backup, and all I could picture was the scene from Me Myself and Irene where they tried to kill the cow.
So after we all agreed it wasn't a marsupial, and that even if it was, it was too far gone to help, we decided JD could put it out of its misery. And out of the yard. Anyway, we didn't want to turn up at the wildlife place only to be informed we had brought them a giant rat to save and release back into the wild. Because then we'd look like dickheads.
Its hard to tell from the photo how big he was. But you can get an idea from the thickness of his tail. And the feet – yikes look how long its toes are. Maybe its a bush rat.
Maybe thats whats been running around my ceiling for the past few months.