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eubRats were in the garden, many rats. I saw a thing climbing in the webbing, slid the door open to get a look at it, and it skittered down to the balcony floor and jumped with a plop onto the shed roof two feet below. Huh. Then I saw another thing perched in the crook of the big stem of the grape tomato, and this thing was a rat.
It was scared off by the camera flash, skittered down like the first and plopped onto the shed roof, and I didn't see any more, went on to pick beans like I'd opened the door to do. Picked beans. When I was done, I saw a rat, perched in the crook of the big stem of the grape tomato.
I watered the plants then, wondering with each pot if a rat would explode out of the weeds.
It was scared off by the camera flash, skittered down like the first and plopped onto the shed roof, and I didn't see any more, went on to pick beans like I'd opened the door to do. Picked beans. When I was done, I saw a rat, perched in the crook of the big stem of the grape tomato.
I watered the plants then, wondering with each pot if a rat would explode out of the weeds.
