This is the sign at the bottom of our road. RAT sells great clams, mussels and cherry stones (a small, dark clam) but his signage is maybe not as clear as it could be. We live half a mile up this road and RAT lives a little ways further on. Every summer we explain the sign, and the lack of rodents, to tourists who stop by the driveway while we’re out gardening. You were going to ask, right? No, you cannot buy rats here. No. Today I had TWO cars stop and ask about the rats. It’s going to be a long summer.
And the clams have to drive slowly, too.