Quotes About Rats

Just because all the rats are gone doesn't mean I trust the rattlesnake that got rid of them.

If you are dirty, insignificant and unloved then rats are the ultimate role model.

Sewer rats are really gross.

I am walking up and down the line of sentries, under the dark boughs of the poplars. In the flooded ditch outside the rats are paddling about, making as much noise as otters. As the yellow dawn comes up behind us, the Andalusian sentry, muffled in his cloak, begins singing. Across no-man's-land, a hundred or two hundred yards away, you can hear the Fascist sentry also singing.

The vote was taken at once, and it was agreed by an overwhelming majority that rats were comrades. There were only four dissentients, the three dogs and the cat, who was afterwards discovered to have voted on both sides.

The rats we met the size of small dogs and they watched us go by like they'd figured out that what People were for was feeding rats.

Sugar is a drug. We know that sugar interacts with reward systems in the brain in much the same way as addictive drugs. Studies have found rats fed sugar not only became addicted, but when they were denied it for a short period then later exposed to it, they binged on larger quantities of sugar—and other substances like alcohol.

He found a scene very much as Yale described, although, in his more accomplished hand, the macabre details would be far more graphically rendered: rats had gnawed "wet red galleries" into the bodies of the dead, many of which "were already swollen twice or thrice life-width, their fat heads laughing with black mouth.… Of others the softer parts were fallen in. A few had burst open, and were liquescent with decay." Venturing deep into

Today, evolutionary psychologists say Watson misinterpreted his Little Albert experiment: the real reason Albert developed such a profound phobia of rats was not because behavioral conditioning is so intrinsically potent but because the human brain has a natural—and evolutionarily adaptive—predisposition to fear small furry things on the basis of the diseases they carry. (I explore this at greater length in chapter 9.)

He said: Do you love rats? No! I hate them! Well, I do, too—LIVE ones. But I mean dead ones, to swing round your head with a string.

We walk across the bridge and Indigo explains that collies are Sugar Dogs, dachshunds, terriers and other dogs bred to catch rats are Rogers, while German shepherds were designated Ables, although Indigo didn't know why.

a neon sign that reads: MOTE, which is really MOTEL, but the L is burned out. Underneath it says Reasonable Rates, which sounds like us, since we're running low on cash. It actually says Reasonable Rats, but that's only because the E fell off and is lying on the grass. "I don't want any rats, even reasonable ones," grumbles Malik.

Indeed I have a great fellow feeling for rats. The future of the world lies with the rat. God

Without the giants mankind would be alone with the rats and the cockroaches. Worse, perhaps, he would be alone with himself. This fuzzy issue had not occupied the futurologists. They cluckclucked over butter mountains here versus starvation there, and supplied their own recipes. They loved their theories more than the world.

I believe the projects were a social experiment; we were laboratory rats stacked on top of each other, and people just knew, inherently, that there was something wrong. There's not a lot of regard for the property by the residents.

Cheese crumbs spread in front of a copulating pair of rats may distract the female, but not the male.

Morgan then examined the effects of PFCVM lesions in rats and found that, again, the animals could not stop freezing in response to the CS. It was as if removal of PFCVM influences resulted in an out-of-control amygdala, one that responded to stimuli that were, objectively speaking, no longer threatening. This immediately suggested that the type of unregulated fear and anxiety that occurs in people with anxiety disorders might involve some dysregulation of prefrontal-amygdala circuits. It

Gould is a night wanderer, and he has put down descriptions of dreadful things he has seen on dark New York streets – descriptions, for example, of the herds of big gray rats that come out in the hours before dawn in some neighborhoods of the lower East Side and Harlem and unconcernedly walk the sidewalks. 'I sometimes believe that these rats are not rats at all,' he says, 'but the damned and aching souls of tenement landlords.

One night, in the warehouse of a grocery chain, I saw some egg-stealing rats at work. They worked in pairs. A small rat would straddle an egg and clutch it in his four paws. When he got a good grip on it, he'd roll over on his back. Then a bigger rat would grab him by the tail and drag him across the floor to a hole in the baseboard, a hole leading to a burrow.

What happened?" Sagewhisker demanded. "The rats happened," Scorchwind growled.

Bernard did not mind the rats in the cellars and he did not mind the horses. He minded the people on the horses.

Behavioral psychology is the science of pulling habits out of rats.   Ã¢â'¬â€Douglas Busch

It was the eldritch scurrying of those fiend-born rats, always questing for new horrors, and determined to lead me on even unto those grinning caverns of earth's centre where Nyarlathotep, the mad faceless god, howls blindly in the darkness to the piping of two amorphous idiot flute-players.

And, most vivid of all, there was the dramatic epic of the rats - the scampering army of obscene vermin which had burst forth from the castle three months after the tragedy that doomed it to desertion - the lean, filthy, ravenous army which had swept all before it and devoured fowl, cats, dogs, hogs, sheep, and even two hapless human beings before its fury was spent.