Biters Curbing a Rat who Bites by Jennifer Peters Midnight hangs half off the tv counter and begs for treats and attention. He stretches, yawns, and blinks as I scratch his back. On my shoulder, he snuggles under my long hair and sniffs my ears and face. When we head for the kitchen, Midnight stretches forward with eager anticipation.
Midnight is a biter.
When we first bought Midnight, he was to be a friend for our rat Peter. Instead of love at first sight, their relationship was hate at first bite. She rescued Peter, but sustained a nasty bite in the process. A puncture wound in Peter's chest refused to close, and we spent more than a frantic hour trying to staunch the flow of blood. Poor Peter laid so still on his back while I tended to him that I was fearful we had lost him.