Monday, July 13
After another week of fruitless hunting the residents of Shannon st continue to crave the long-tailed bounty they so yearn. But just how does one trap vermin that can smell a trap like a bully smells fear. Just what do the Shannon 7 have to do to catch this dirty rat??
With the updates now running for one week we, the tormented, would like to thank the army of supporters who have inundated us with crafty plans that may lead to the disease-ridded rats demise! Hearing tales of our furry foes being gassed out with deoderants and blugeoned to death in plastic bags has been warming; While offers, from our faithful foot soldiers, of cats, dogs, guns and even their wild chilren has reinforced our weaning efforts. But, before we plunge to the dark depths of utilising child labour, the 7 have a few more tricks up their sleeve.
Traps don't work for this Einstein of the rat world and even the ones that do aren't fast enough to imprison his lightening speed. But while trying to remain one step ahead of the mob the rat has revealed some weaknesses...noise and human presence. So there's only one thing for it we'll call in the masses, we'll rump, we'll stomp and we'll howl him out of hiding! Thats right, we're gonna have a party!!
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