Rats

On tonight's walk, Bella sought out one of her favorite piles of garbage, at 26th St. and Highway 50. There's frequently food scraps there. There was the incessant roar of the freeway, of course, but there was something else too: a subaudible skittering....

Rats! A swarm of six, scrambling every which way. Bella jumped and bucked on her leash trying to give pursuit. It was all I could do to keep holding the leash.

The remainder of the walk was quiet. In one nearby homeless camp, someone was playing an opera recording.