Buttercup: We'll never succeed. We may as well die here.
Westley: No, no. We have already succeeded. I mean, what are the three terrors of the Fire Swamp? One, the flame spurt - no problem. There's a popping sound preceding each; we can avoid that. Two, the lightning sand, which you were clever enough to discover what that looks like, so in the future we can avoid that too.
Buttercup: Westley, what about the R.O.U.S.'s?
Westley: Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist.
[Immediately, an R.O.U.S. attacks him]
~from The Princess Bride
"Holy cow, it's a R.O.U.S.!" said Mr. Red House, looking out the window.
R.O.U.S stands for Rodent Of Unusual Size, for those of you who have never seen the classic and singularly fabulous movie The Princess Bride. Our Massachusetts Rodent Of Unusual Size was quickly waddling throughout the yard, gobbling up all the vegetation it could get it's little teeth on.
After a moment of stunned silence, my brain finally came up with the name 'Groundhog'. A quick Google check confirmed it - it was indeed a big, fat groundhog!
Believe it or not, this waddling groundhog is going to put on even more weight before its winter hibernation.
Nearby were a couple sizeable burrow holes. (I am sure glad we don't have those in our Red House Garden lawn!)
The groundhog was surprisingly fast for a such a portly fellow - you should have seen him run when I got a little closer!
|Groundhog running for cover|
Whatever it is called, it actually IS a rodent..
...of unusual size.