bouncedcheque

Was standing on the dock sipping my early morning coffee when I heard a scratching sound from the swim deck under the canvas - the moving lump turned out to be a muskrat that had chewed clean through the corner of the canvas and was making a nest. Said muskrat is now dead. Very Dead. (the canvas tent pole makes one hell of a thumpin' stick - one swing and "lights out"). Would probably make a nice fur hat, but the wife, unfortunately, is more into sheared mink these days.

I've now filled in the swim area and filled it with moth-balls - that's supposed to work - any other ideas or stories of Disney critters gone bad?