The Rat Buster cometh. In the pitch-black of a barn at midnight, surrounded by hundreds of tiny pairs of glowing orbs—rat eyes illuminated by the wonder of a thermal scope, Jeff Pybus squeezes a rifle ...
WASHINGTON — On just about every Saturday night, D.C.’s Adams Morgan neighborhood is a hotspot for nightlife. People pack in lines outside bars and clubs on 18th Street. But in an alley off the main ...
Four-hundred dead rats form a pattern of parallel lines on the ground of a farmyard, trophies taken in a single day of hunting by a pack of highly honed and heralded hounds. However, the key player ...
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