Yuk!

[Amarillo]

Why do my boys pick up the most revolting things!?

 

[WelshGas]

Why do my boys pick up the most revolting things!?

Because they're normal kids.

 

[Auberg-ine]

Grapes?? It must have been Mum's idea!

 

[kurienp]

Dad, did the yellow bus run over this little guy here?

 

[GrannyJen]

If that's what grapes do to little creatures I will continue to take mine in liquid form

 

[GrahamB]

Ha - the look in the dog’s eyes says, “that’s not dead yet, let me at it”.

 

[GrumpyGranddad]

Why do my boys pick up the most revolting things!?

That’s a sizeable Rat!!

 

[Vagophile]

That’s a sizeable Rat!!

My first reaction. Not just sizeable, bloody big! More information needed. Even small boys don't regularly turn up with rats that size. Must have been dead when he found it; I think it would be able to fend for itself if attacked!

 

[Amarillo]

Ha - the look in the dog’s eyes says, “that’s not dead yet, let me at it”.

Since spring we’ve had one fledgling crow alive (just), one half drowned mouse, one very dead shrew, one squished and dried frog and one dead rat.

I think Meg wanted the rat to be thrown so she could retrieve it, a deluxe version of the more traditional game of fetch with a ball.

 

[GrannyJen]

When I was a little older than Ben ( or is it Jack?)

I started my outdoor career by going to Shoeburyness, camping.

A canvas tent, weighed a ton, and lots of equipment that folks would laugh at today. I left my home, staggered under the weight to Oval tube, carted it over to Liverpool Street on the underground, then overground to "Sarfend on sea" and then leg it to Shoeburyness.

My first night camping and around the campfire appeared first one rodent, then another, then another.

I just remember them as huge rats with striking orange teeth. I was terrified.

They were my first introduction to a South American rodent called the Coypu.

That thing in Ben (or Jacks) hands look so familiar (although just being a big rat, Coypu's have flatter tails, more like a beaver )
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