My Pet Rats

Mommy and Daddy will not entertain my repeated entreaties to get a dog. So, when you live in Church Hill, you have to your own pets, if your parents won't get you one, as they come. Now these are not actually my rats, but they were living with us, that is until M&D found out about them and decided that they had to go. So Uncle Eliot sent some of his questionably legal subcontractors over to remove them. Along with them, they had to remove all of the insulation in our crawlspace that they had been calling home. Here is a picture of the mountain o' fiberglass that resided for a couple of days outside our porch. Mean Daddy wouldn't let me play in it or even say goodbye to my vermin friends.