When I was in college in the 70s I was waiting for a DC bus on Monroe Street near Catholic University. Walking out of a drainage pipe right next to the bus stop was a rat. I could have sworn he looked up at me, shrugged his shoulders, and sauntered off the sidewalk, continuing on his way across the street.
Was he wearing a beret and smoking a pipe?
Reminds me of ‘possums in Texas. “What are you going to do about it, eh?”
My neighbor, who was a Texas Highway Patrol officer, would shoot them out of the trees in our apartment complex with his silenced pistol. He had no idea where those dead ‘possums came from. Do you?