Vegas vermin invades Grand Vitarra, creating panic on wheels in a custom ratmobile
Puzzled as to why a would-be dirt bike was parked on a daily basis in our workroom blocking the refrigerator door, I undertook a bit of inquiry that revealed a colleague confessed that a rodent of some size had invaded his Suzuki Grand Vitarra V-6. He was terrified of being bitten by the vermin, I learned, and was risking life and limb riding his bike all the way from Summerlin to the office.
The ratmobile suddenly reappeared in the parking lot outside the office the other day and I was all, “Way to go, Suzuki!”
But the rodent was still inside, my colleague confided. “It hasn’t touched the trap in two days, so I thought it might be gone. You should see the size of the hole it chewed in the glove box,” he said, holding up both hands to use thumb and forefinger to illustrate a circle the size of a baseball.
“Egad,” I said. “I thought you said it was a mouse. That’s the size of a rat!”
Turning next to Google to bring up the entry for “rat” in the Wikipedia, I quickly discovered my colleague had a rolling rattus rattus, according to the picture atop the article.
“Yes, that might be it,” said my colleague. “It also eats the insulation off the wiring.”
Stay tuned to Blogging Vegas for the final outcome. Will the rat die? Will it chomp into a high-voltage circuit and be killed? Will it work as a kill switch for the car?
Meantime I keep humming in my mind that Kingston Trio song about the Boston MTA, “The Man Who Never Returned.”
The rat that never returned?
