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After college in the mid 10s. I was living in a real shitty area. Surrounded by meth addicts and in a complete dump that was infested with rats. The landlord refused to do anything about the rats so I took matters in to my own hands. At the time I had a solid black German Shepherd dog who was hyper autistic and had like a psychic link to me. Me and that dog single handedly wiped out hundreds of rats over the span of 6 months. We became the babayaga of rats. Our system became refined to where we became killing machines. Every night around 10 she'd come sit in my room waiting patiently, then we'd blitz the rats. I'd shine a light in their eyes to stun then while she tore through them like a tornado ripping and shredding. I'd be kicking and stomping. Sometimes we pulled off a tag team move and I'd kick one into her mouth. We'd get about 3-5 a night doing this, even more when we first started. There were no more rats left by the time I moved out.
anyways, klaus looking like a rat made me think of this story.
