The other night I heard a commotion in the back with buckets tipping over and dogs rushing around. Then a tense, high, broken call from Deogratias, our night guard, told me there was something not right. As I rounded the corner to the kitchen a huge rat came in from outside followed closely by our two dogs in hot pursuit. It rounded the corner into the dinning room and then shot past me down the hall toward our bedroom as I tried to stop it with my foot. Bobby, our African Grey parrot, was on my shoulder and he flew off in a fright, landing right in front of the fleeing rat and the stampeding dogs and immediately getting trampled over in the process adding accompanying squawks and shrieks. The dogs finally caught this beast of a rat in the living room and killed it with great pride. After all, this was a trophy rat and the biggest they had ever seen. Deogratias was absolutely horrified when I asked him to hold it up for a picture but he dutifully gripped its tail gingerly and held it up at arms length.
What do you think? Big rat?