07-01-2007, 10:53 AM
Well, Rats.
The happy, gamboling rats from the garden next door have decided that my back yard is a good transit point to the rest of the neighborhood, neutral ground for the noisy settling of disputes, and the best place to gnaw loudly on the hard plastic of the garbage cans at 2 a.m..
I dusted off my old BB gun, "Cat-Bane", unused since the days of the Crazy Cat Lady, put on my boots, tested the home-made laser sight (made from a laser-pointer) and stepped into the narrow alleyway that leads to the back yard, the garbage cans, and destiny....
The happy, gamboling rats from the garden next door have decided that my back yard is a good transit point to the rest of the neighborhood, neutral ground for the noisy settling of disputes, and the best place to gnaw loudly on the hard plastic of the garbage cans at 2 a.m..
I dusted off my old BB gun, "Cat-Bane", unused since the days of the Crazy Cat Lady, put on my boots, tested the home-made laser sight (made from a laser-pointer) and stepped into the narrow alleyway that leads to the back yard, the garbage cans, and destiny....
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.
