I really do have a "thing" about rats, the notion of tickling one is beyond my comfort zone. I once had to wrestle a dying one from my two huge dogs, who'd found it in the garden and were playing at catch with each other. I was alone at home, had flu and only let the dogs into the garden whilst getting myself a comforting lemsip. I ended up out there, in my room 13, wearing a nightie, wellies and gloves. Dreadful! Poor rat, it'd been poisoned by the council rat man and I confess i'd have been happy if it'd crawled into its tunnel and stayed there. My concern was that one of the loopy dogs would somehow ingest rat poison. Heartless eh! That poor rat wasn't laughing anyway. Neither was I, shivering back to bed, feeling quite exhausted.