This is funny/scary enough to make me end my self-imposed rat moratorium.

Upon bringing in the barrels this morning I noticed that one of them had a hole GNAWED through it.

On a similar note, my dog and I saw a cute an’ tiny cat hanging around near the back of my building last night several times last night. I don’t think she’s sufficiently equipped (musculature-wise) to do battle with trash can-eating rodents. Much better head down the way to fish in the pool of small underground meeses with Kenmore Kitty little one.

Some bonus campaign hyperbole, just for fun…

But Alex Selvig, my boss, has something greater than that certain energy. He’s tireless. He’s a machine. He doesn’t need food, water, or rest – he just keeps going. Tell him to canvass a hundred houses, he’ll do two hundred and come back asking to do more.

(via Michael Pahre)

PS. As for his specific suggestions (more inspectors, rat-free building permit certification requirements, etc), none really hold up to my mega-master plan (See a Rat, Dump a Cat). Catchy, no? Feral FTW.

The jackhammering is getting on other people’s nerves but that’s just a pretext for validating my new business model.

There’s been somethings lately that have suck beyond the realm of normal Allston quirks. And I aint talking bout the mouse who ran over my foot at 1:30 am.