Tuesday, November 30, 2010

At least the rats keep the mice away

There's some sort of mound in a corner of the back yard.  I poked it with a stick.  It's either the previous owner's compost pile or a monster den.  Maybe I can tell by what grows there next Spring.  If it's verdant crops, it's probably compost.  If it's the restless undead, it's probably not.

I saw a big pile of fur out there one afternoon, like a rat had spontaneously shed all its fur.

I ought to turn the mound over and see what comes out.  I need a pitchfork.  And some torches.  And a shotgun.

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