Rat Problem
Growing up visiting pet stores, I used to really like seeing the mice and rats. They would sleep stacked in furry little heaps, and watching multiple mice try to use the same wheel was humorous. Eventually, I learned why the mice were so cheap and why the same store sold snakes. These days the only rat I see is a beefy little king who owns the dumpster at my apartment complex. A few late-night garbage trips have given both of us a bit of a jump scare.
