Walking around your lovingly tended garden you check your budding fruit trees and listen to the cluck, cluck, clucking of your chickens when you suddenly spot something that makes you stop dead in your tracks. The hair on the nape of your neck raises and your skin starts to crawl. On the path in front of you, you discover RAT POO. Filthy specs of sultana-sized feces litter your garden path and you instantly know you’ve got a problem.
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