tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964127844515652268.post362887517665268220..comments2023-03-21T06:36:00.399-05:00Comments on Remember When: I Remember The RatsByronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984938443109962310noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964127844515652268.post-21138584480931285812011-05-19T07:39:33.733-05:002011-05-19T07:39:33.733-05:00Oh my, another one that I can relate too... I'...Oh my, another one that I can relate too... I'm the reply with the BB gun. We had rats also. I remember very well taking old Mason jar lids and nailing them over the holes. My stepfather would actually open the basement door (it had a dirt floor and a coal shoot from outside and was infested with rats) and shoot the rats with a 22 Long Rifle. I must admit it was a little unnerving to have a drunken lunatic shooting a rifle in the house. One year in one of his drunken stupors he got the gun out on Christmas Eve and opened the front door firing off a shot and yelling "I GOT THE SOB" trying to convince my (at the time) five year old sister he'd shot Santa Claus. She was inconsolable. Being five years her elder I tried to convince her that he'd only been "goofing around".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com