Rat Conversation with Bo3b†

A few days ago Bo3b and I were sharing a plate of smoked salmon at our
favorite fish restaurant. Our friendship, like all of my close friends,
relies heavily on story telling.

I take a sip of ice tea and start in, "So Bo3b, awhile back I came home
and there was this pop bottle top shredded in the middle of my hallway
..."

He raises his hand, "You've got rats. You need to kill them all before
they destroy your place. Snap traps. Kill them." And he pops a chunk
of smoked salmon in his mouth.

So much for that story. No wonder I don't see him very much anymore.

†The "3" is silent.