See, this happened to me, as loyal and longtime readers of this blog might remember. And the Animal Control yokel who took my semi frantic call to the County for assistance tried to tell me it was an urban legend.
See, you officious prat? It’s a thing! Really! National Geographic says so!
The only thing I still wonder about is… what kind of mind designs and builds a Visible Toilet for rats to spelunk in? (Bonus points for anyone who can point to the connection between this quaint facet of natural history and Alan Garner’s juvenile novel The Weirdstone of Brisingamen.)
It’s a good thing the snow is over and there was plenty of shoveling to do today, or I might learn more of this kind of thing. Scary.