Vermin bails from Vegas Grand Vitarra
Just in case the blogosphere out there has been waiting with bated breath for the next episode of the rat and a colleague’s Suzuki Grand Vitarra V-6 4x4 SUV, we now have the promised update. The rat bailed. There still is a rat tale, but no rat tail. Gather ‘round, folks, for the story of The Rat That Never Returned…
If that rat had not gone elsewhere and was presumed to still be inside the vehicle, I had composed a little ditty for the situation, with apologies to the memorable Kingston Trio of the early 60s:
Did it ever return, did it ever return?
No, its fate is still unlearned
It rides forever through the streets of Vegas,
It’s the rat that never returned…
Remember, the rat somehow had gotten from the garage floor into the vehicle’s interior and was subsisting by chewing on and consuming insulation from the car’s wiring. And the rat chewed a hole as big as a baseball in the glove compartment.
Not wishing to have a dead rat forever inside the car, my colleague set traps. Long story short, the rat stole one trap and left subsequent traps untouched. Colleague’s wife, not a timid woman, drove the SUV whenever she needed to do so. Early one morning she drove into the parking area at her hairdresser’s on West Charleston Boulevard. As she alighted, a huge rat bounded from beneath the vehicle and ran toward the porch.
“My god, that’s the biggest rat I’ve ever seen!” exclaimed a guy having a smoke in front of the establishment.
The rat wasn’t seen again. Maybe it had heard a beauty salon client wanted her hair ratted.
