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The housemate is experimenting with drinking coffee at home and the only French press we were able to buy looks pretty much identical to mine. So when I got up, I took hers out to the compost heap to dump the grounds while my kettle was boiling, so that I could wash hers and keep the two separate. It being dusk, when I opened the lid on the box there was a rat in the compost, as I had half expected. She took a single flying leap and dinged against the post of the gate into the backyard, and more or less ricocheted from there through the gap under the gate.
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