Letter of the week
Apr 06, 2022
1 minute
You silly mongoose
YOUR article reminded me of a potentially disastrous end to Gerald Durrell’s mongoose). I first met Durrell in 1954, when I was a seven year old living opposite him in Bournemouth. I volunteered to help feed his animals, reptiles and birds, kept in row upon row of cages in the back garden. Anyway, my brothers and I cornered a very large rat in our garden, which we killed and proudly showed to our father. ‘Oh dear, that’s not a rat…’
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