So I realized on my bike ride home (deftly navigating the twists and turns of my unlit alley in the rain on my bicycle), that this guy

has completely replaced this guy



in my local fauna.
They are not quite as tame as NJ squirrels, but the fact that they run away actually makes it more fun. It's like the running of the bulls,

and I'm the bull.
There aren't hordes of rates scurrying out of my way, but the ones that are there are pretty darn quick. On a good night I'll race several for a 2-3 meters, until they find a little cubby hole to leap into and out of the way of the speeding wheels of Bikel (my bike).
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