Oh Rats.

I found a biscuit on the floor of my bedroom.
I picked it up, wondered a bit, discarded it and thought no more about it.
Till yesterday that is.
Yesterday I opened a drawer in my chest in the bedroom and saw, neatly stashed away, a multiple of biscuits.
And now the biscuit on the floor made sense. It, for some reason, never made into the drawer.
I marvel at the industry of my resident rodents, for logic and physics dictate that rodents cannot carry more than one biscuit at a time.
I counted the biscuits in the drawer, not including the one that did not make it.
Eighteen. Eighteen times the rodent would have to travel from the kitchen, where the biscuits had been left on a counter, to my bedroom at the other end of the house.
And when ?
In the daytime the mutts and I spend a lot of time in the passage between the two rooms, and at night when we retire, the mutts mostly settle into the bed and/or the floor in my bedroom.
So when would this - or these - rodent[s] find the opportunity. I mean eighteen trips, nineteen counting the one that did not make it into the drawer but was still hauled all the way from the kitchen.
What good, I have to wonder, what good are these mutts if they allow this back-and-forthing to happen right under their noses.
Worthless Ones.
They will bark and howl at things that none but they can see or hear, but biscuit carrying rodents will raise nary an eyelid.
Double Worthless Ones.