I'm going on my boat trip on Sunday, the one to see the WW2 forts. A delightful trip on a summer's day or four and a half hours of chucking my guts up, who can tell?
I visited Strange Dave last night. He has a new part time job. He shoots rabbits, squirrels and rats for pest control. His gun sight has a video function, so I got treated to many rodent deaths, they don't know when to give up when shot, I'll say that for them.
One of his regular jobs is a warehouse full of old loaves of bread which gets chopped up to go into animal feed. The piles are swarming with rats at night, he said it's nearly made him turn vegetarian as the bread must be full of rats' piss. I watched the gunsight films of mass slaughter, all the rats have glowing eyes in the night scope.