Human rats and ratty rats

Here in the sleepy little seaside village I live in, life continues to be fairly uneventful, except for the person who had her door kicked in by three men who stole her iPad and then ran down the road after the getaway car that was making a getaway without them. How low on the ladder of evolution do you have to be to find that a worthwhile way of making a living? The mind boggles. While they continue with their mean little lives, the birds nevertheless continue to chirrup in the boughs, the waves crash and tumble on the rocks, and the sun's setting rays cast magnificent light on the puffy little clouds set high above in the wide blue yonder.

 

Some small excitement was provided last night by the scrabbling of a rat in the roof. Judging by the noise, it is about the size of a cat. It seems that rats in the roof is a common thing if you live near the sea and this is the second time I have heard one. The first was apparently caught by Biggles, as after I found the corpse in the kitchen, there were no more nocturnal scamperings. There is much debate about what the most humane way of catching and dispensing with a rat is. I am happy to go the Rattex route as it is efficient and unlikely that the rat will become prey for an owl. Another alternative is to put Mango and Biggles into the roof next time I hear the rat and hope that their hunting instinct comes to the fore. They certainly have no problem catching nearly every bird that passes through this garden. I wonder if they will fall through the ceiling? Updates will follow.