Okay, my old Baltimore City people… I need you to tell me I’m not the only one thinking this. ππ
I’m sitting here watching the news and they’re talking about the Rat Shack and these adorable little plush rats they’re making, and honestly… I have to admit, they’re kind of cute. The whole idea is actually pretty creative, and I love that someone took something unexpected and turned it into art and community.
BUT…
Growing up in Baltimore City, especially back in the old Canton days… rats were NOT cute. π
When we saw a rat, nobody was stopping to admire it. Nobody was making a plush version. Nobody was saying, “Awww, look at that little guy.”
Nope. It was more like, “Oh heck no, did you see that thing?!” π€£
Those alleyways between the rowhomes were a whole different world. I remember my grandparents’ place on Potomac Street, and those rats running through those alleys… come on now. Those things were HUGE. I swear some of them were bigger than the cats. π
So now I’m watching people make adorable little stuffed rats and celebrate them, and I’m sitting here thinking…
When did Baltimore rats get a PR team and a glow-up? π€£
Times change, I guess. What used to send us running now has its own art exhibit. Only Baltimore. ❤️
But my Canton childhood memories will always remember those alley rats differently. π




