Originally Posted by
timvan_78
I almost rode over a rat the other day on the way in. Not-so-little bastard ran right out of the grass and across the MUP, his long tail right in front of my approaching front wheel.
Aaahh! I saw a teeny mouse, foraging for food among the leaves in the gutter, who jumped back into its juniper bush home when I rode by. Seeing a rat in the wild seems a lot more . . . exciting. I've only ever seen rats around dumpsters here in Denver, not in the wild like that.