The words are coming thick and fast…and we have to becareful.

On the weekend. Dave pointed out that our worm farm had been excarvated under as well as the retaining wall…HEAPS of dirt had been moved I was very impressed. Dave told me it was a rat. Ara and I were just about to head inside for lunch when Dave decied to start digging.

We all stood round while Dave dug…Nana, Ara, Griffin and myself…we were very excited.

Dave saw a tail I scooped Griffin up and popped him over close and he must of caught a wiff then all of a sudden two little streaks of fur…Griffin going after the biggest rat I’ve seen alive…I don’t think Griff was all that keen and just ran along beside it till it got to the wood pile. So now Ara while jumping on the bed sings “Dadda….Pprrrip pprrrip…Rat Baby”.

We’ve been talking about Rat baby as I said that Ara was a bit of a rat bag and then relised a bit too late that this was not very nice and she kept on trying to say it…and then we’ve slowly see it moph into Rat Baby as she knows now what a Rat is.