Goodbye Rats

Total body count from traps: six.

I haven’t heard a peep or a scurry the past few days. The exterminator believes they’re gone, but we laid down more traps just to be sure.

But I’m relieved to report that Chez Ed is salubrious and once again open for business.

The exterminator, however, was a far too giddy bastard about all this. I remained brave as he threw mice-laden traps within inches of my feet. Perhaps he was putting the test in testoserone, but I lived to tell the tale.

Like I Said: Mobile Solitary Confinement

Rory Ewins offers a spirited take on what the UK airline security means: “Sure, many passengers will adapt, now that they know the score—in the short term. But for UK domestic carriers, this is a nightmare. If passengers have items they don’t want to entrust to the hold, their inclination will now be to travel by train. For the short-haul tourist carriers, this is where we find out whether a few days away is worth that much hassle, and how many untaken trips that translates into. Even a drop in passenger numbers of ten or twenty percent could send some airlines to the wall. How easy is EasyJet now?”