Rats

Today I've blipped a bit of cheese. I've blipped a bit of cheese because my blip blog today is about a rat I saw - and I wasn't quick enough to blip it. Rats like cheese (well mice do) and that's why I've blipped cheese.

I hate rats. I've only ever seen two rats in my life.

The first rat I saw was when I was about 8 years old. I was walking to the swimming pool with my friend and we had to go underneath an old railway bridge. There was a rat lurking at the side of the path beneath the bridge. Well, it was pretty dank, dark and horrible there. To be honest, I don't think it freaked me out too much - I think I just thought, 'there's a rat, and it's no big deal'.

So now, why, more than 40 years later do I have such a fear of rats?

I hate rats; absolutely hate them - why I don't know.

So yesterday when I saw a rat I had to tell the whole world about it. (Well, perhaps not the whole world - but my colleagues in the office).

I initially thought I'd spotted a cute squirrel scuttling along by the kerb. But then the 'cute squirrel' started disappearing down a drain cover - and I realised it wasn't a cute squirrel at all - but a horrid rat. Once it had gone down the drain, it took its tail another few seconds to disappear.

Apparently, one is never more than 6ft away from a rat in the UK.

OK, I know all the statistics - and I know that there are probably rats lurking outside my house at night. In fact I know there's probably rats lurking outside my house right now. Obviously I've learnt to live with that.

In the last 40 years I've seen 2 rats.

Statistically, I guess I've been lucky ....................................... But I still hate rats!