Gangster Rat

In addition to the usual flies that frequent my bar, I have a few other locals that enjoy hanging about as well. My favorite is this little gecko I named Norm. He has lived behind my beer taps for the last two months. From time to time, I will observe Norm sipping up any draft beer spilled after I pour it. He is a very happy lizard. Than there is this sparrow that has discovered where we keep our bar snacks and has eaten so much, he can’t fly anymore! He is so obese, he can only briefly hover for short distances. I have to constantly chase the fatty out of our kitchen and off the bar. Tonight, I discovered we have a rather unruly new guest. As I was slaving away, I heard a loud cracking noise, followed by several loud banging sounds down by my feet. It scared the shit out of me and I looked down just in time to see a big, badass rat literally toss a rat trap out from under the bar on to my feet. He had taken the bait and the trap had gone off, but apparently he was so strong…he just thrashed around and shook it off. As it turns out, my manager had spotted him last night and set some traps without telling me. About an hour later, I saw the giant rodent casually stroll across the bar floor inches away from me. He paused and looked up, as if to say this was his hood now, and disappeared under the wine cooler. I told my manager that I didn’t think we would catch this one. This rat had obviously been around the block a few times. After closing, I saw him out in the dining room cruising around without a care in the world. Our eyes met again and this time I wasnt caught off guard. So I jumped over the bar and gave chase. The fucker was taunting me. Every time I got close, he would slither away, keeping just out of kicking range, before eventually slipping out an open door into the night. Counting my tips now to see if I have enough for a laser scoped semi automatic BB gun.