I saw a huge rat in my backyard a few years ago, so big I thought, "What the hell is that?" when I saw it the first time. My mother saw it later, got all freaked out, she lived in NYC during WWII, and never saw one that big. We're near the river and there were buildings being torn down about a half mile away, and I'm guessing that's where he came from. One day, he screwed up, he came around the corner, and my dogs were outside laying on the grass. King hates mice, and he seemed to know this was basically a really huge one, and went after him. It ran away and almost made it, but my other dog Molly suddenly caught him, and did about 3 turns, end over end with him in her mouth. King ran over and they mauled him really bad. I got him away from them and he was dead.
I wear size 13.5 shoes and his body was over an inch longer than my shoe was, and he was heavy when I put him in his final resting place, an old plastic grocery bag. I've never seen one since, but there are a lot of mice here. I recently had to dig an old box of bathroom tiles out after breaking one, and it turned out that mice had used the box for a long time as a home. There was a pile of purple D-Con in one corner. There was no sign of them, so I guess they died someplace else. That box has been here through several mouse invasions, so who knows when they were there. King patrols for mice constantly, and I let him check out the closet where the mice were, and he didn't find anything. he just sniffed around, and listened. If there were any mice left, he would have been all over them. He looks like a kid that's getting ice cream when he hits the jackpot mouse hunting. He really does a number on them, so bad, I almost feel sorry for the little bas***ds.
