Devastation of Vermination

A quick update for those of you following the rat saga at the office. The day after I left for San Diego my peanut butter trap nailed the sucker, splattering its brains on the floor.

Awesome.

Apparently it was big and gray. It lived a disgusting life and died a disgusting death.

Strangely, a woman walked outside my work today, pushing her sleeping child in a stroller; in his arms: a plush rat. Was it a sign? Or just bad, bad parenting.