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I have a dead rat on my porch.

Last night, as we were about to close the store, Johnna (Leo the Virgo's girlfriend, and Muchi's former foster mother) approached me. There was an injured rat in the parking lot, she told me. She would take it herself, but she had a flight at 11:00 this morning. Could I take the rat home last night and then take it to the Wildlife Rehab Center (located, of all places, at Rosedale) this morning? Of course I said yes.

So Johnna, Leo, Sprout and the security guard (Dave?) wrangled her (the rat) into a box (which wasn't difficult to do, as she'd lost the use of her front legs) and then Sprout and I gathered up a bag of tasty treats (lettuce, cabbage, zucchini) from the compost bin. By the time I got her home, she'd already more or less stopped moving (though she was still breathing). I checked on her a few times throughout the night. By 1:00 am, she didn't appear to be breathing anymore.

We figure it was probably poison. I can't stop thinking about that, and about the person who poisoned her. I am absolutely certain they never imagined that a team of a half a dozen people would do their very best to help the rats that they hurt. I'm sure they just thought "Rats bad. Must kill." It reminds me of a story that Leo once told me about a customer in his line at The Co-op. There apparently was some sort of bug on the floor and said customer went crazy go nuts stamping their foot on it until they were 100% sure that it was dead. And Leo thought: just what exactly was this insect doing to you that you had to so adamantly and enthusiastically make sure that it was dead? Was it offering some sort of threat to your life and general well-being?

I'm glad that I work in a place where the staff take the spiders and ladybugs outside and set them free when we find them. I'm glad I work in a place where 100% of people involved wanted to help an ailing rat, not hurt her. But it sucks that we appear to be in the minority.

Unfortunately, now I have to go get dressed so I can buy a trowel and bury a rat. Sigh.

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scarybaldguy
Jun. 8th, 2009 06:16 pm (UTC)
:(

I'm one of those "take it outside and let it go" people. Even with spiders. And I *loathe* spiders.
furious_mold
Jun. 8th, 2009 10:17 pm (UTC)
I'm glad that I work in a place where the staff take the spiders and ladybugs outside and set them free when we find them. I'm glad I work in a place where 100% of people involved wanted to help an ailing rat, not hurt her. But it sucks that we appear to be in the minority.

I'm the bug catcher/releaser at most of my jobs. Sometimes other people share my philosophy.

I got rid of mice in my kitchen years ago by, well, cleaning the fuck out of my kitchen and removing all food sources. (I've only used poison once, I'll admit.) We had a rat in the basement a year or so ago, but it was winter and we live in a very old house. Eventually, it left when it couldn't find any food. I'm glad it didn't have babies in the basement, though.

I see stink bugs all over the house during the early summer months, and I LOVE THEM. I carry them outside. Sometimes I name them, but I think they forget.

I like to let spiders and house centipedes live with me. I know they take care of the "bad insects". No one notices them.


Edited at 2009-06-08 10:18 pm (UTC)
hopita
Jun. 8th, 2009 10:23 pm (UTC)
I leave spiders alone for the exact same reason.

I don't love stinkbugs but they don't bother me either. I'll confess that I usually don't intervene when they cats are assaulting them, but otherwise they live in my apartment undisturbed.
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