Our scout HQ has rats. And I don't mean that the BNP have turned up trying to indoctinate my little band of horrors. No we actually have small, furry, omnivours in our ramshackle lean to.
There I was this evening, not actually dealing with the kids but digging kit out for this weekend's camp from the attic, when I saw it. A big sod, more the size of a rabbit, bloody huge, happily trundling along before disappearing into an inaccessible corner, no doubt eating a load of expensive kits (although hopefully the stuff that belongs to the Guides!).
What fun we will have now getting rid of the little sods.