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For the second time in under a year, while shopping in the garden department at Home Depot, I was accosted by a rat the size of a Black & Decker cordless drill. Not accosted precisely, but almost scampered upon. My feet. Its feet almost scampered across my feet. My sandaled feet.
If the rat had, in fact, scampered across my feet, there would have been no way to avoid bare-toe contact with its hairless, pinkish-gray, Amtrak-length tail. Sweetjeezus!
What is it about toes that makes them Grand Central Station for Home Depot's vast herd of humongous beady-eyed rodents? And why did they have such a skimpy selection of annuals?
If the rat had, in fact, scampered across my feet, there would have been no way to avoid bare-toe contact with its hairless, pinkish-gray, Amtrak-length tail. Sweetjeezus!
What is it about toes that makes them Grand Central Station for Home Depot's vast herd of humongous beady-eyed rodents? And why did they have such a skimpy selection of annuals?