Caution: graphic photo
There we were one fine sunny day, rummaging through stacks of boxes that had been stored under tarps for two years, salvaging what wasn’t ruined by moisture, mice, or pack rats when suddenly, something odd caught our attention. Halfway in-halfway out a hole in a milk crate was a dead pack rat.
Apparently the pathetic critter got stuck and expired where it stopped, dead in its tracks. I suppose it was sort of a sad way for a rat to meet its demise. But I have a hard time feeling bad about it.
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