Of Rats & Wasted Lives
Having finished work, I've just made my way down to the bottom of the two back gardens, to check the state of play with the rat traps I've been forced to use, since the allotments beyond the woods at the rear were closed, forcing the twitchy-nosed little bastards to sponge from gardens. I have bought some rather effective and lethal to rat neck and human hand alike which today have made the lower garden look like a genocide trial at the U.N. Three of the little buggers were martyred; two neatly disconnected from mortality with the traps, but the third, laid on it's side with no apparent injury. I presume that, having witnessed two of the family butchered, it staggered away, clutching it's little chest, expiring next to another trap. What a drama-rodent. I've been mulling on whether, given my time all over again, I'd bother with wargaming/roleplaying. And the answer is no, I'd probably not. Why? Well, frankly, since aged 12 when it got serious for me, I ha...