In all fairness, I really doubt he's a *******. His parental units are probably living somewhere close, and he's on good terms with them.
True story about rats in my in-laws neighborhood. They live on what was once called The Sandhill, a formerly poor neighborhood where a brick factory was located (my paternal grandfather worked there making sand bricks) that later was used as the county dump, which attracted lots of RATS, possums, raccoons, etc. But not around my in-laws home. No rats, which I frequently commented on. One day, my FIL called me (I'm not afraid of anything) to come and take care of a snake they found IN THEIR GARAGE. Their garage which hasn't seen a car since 1956, it's so full of ****. Never been cleaned out since then, either. And as they were standing outside it, a 9 foot long eastern hog snake (rat snake) came out to sun itself as well. All 4 grown men almost **** themselves, then quickly set two cinder blocks on it. By the time I got there, it had almost broke free. They said it was a rattler, because that species mimicks one by shaking just the tip of its tail like one. I picked it up, bagged it, then released it at a nearby shale pile, assuming it would survive. Two days later, however, the paper printed a story that an "extremely large snake" had been found dead on the road. And now, my in-laws have had rats ever since. Oh, and when my FIL died and the garage was finally emptied? Many, many snake skins were found, in various sizes. That beautiful creature lived there, probably all it's life, eating rats.
