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My dad likes to tell me about seeing a rat the size of a small dog in L.A. once. He said it looked him right in the eye and moved toward him unafraid before deciding to go into a sewer grate.
The last time I saw a rat was a few weeks ago when I had to fish a dead one out of the toilet in the basement of the (very old and porous) building I work in. Ew.
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