Seattle has rats. Who knew?
They're not very citified though. The ones I ran in to this weekend hardly knew they weren't out in the country. One stuck his head out of the tall grass by the side of the road, realized I was much bigger than he, and stuck hisself back in again.
The tall grass was by this big empty field in the middle of relative nowhere (by the golf course on 15th in interbay). So, you know, the rats can have it. It was just refreshing to meet some wild rats that were afraid of me. As opposed to the Baltimore ones that didn't consider people to be obstacles. Running all over your shoes while you're just trying to walk down the street...
Ug. Have I mentioned I'm glad I moved away?
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