My dad is like the Pied Piper, in that wherever he goes, some rats are bound to show up. When he visits, the cat is sure to drag a half-dead rat into our house. When we go out for dinner, it’s almost guaranteed that we’ll see rodents frolicking in the restaurant’s parking lot or, even worse, exiting the kitchen.
So on a recent trip into the jungles of Laos, I’m sure that my dad wasn’t too surprised to see what was for dinner. “They weren’t even clean country rats but filthy sewer rats,” he reports. “I said ‘no thank you’.”
According to his buddies, who washed their grilled rodents down with Lao beer, the tails are the best part.
Mmmm. Pass the BBQ sauce, please.
At least he missed the dog farm…