Mr. Brennan: “Maybe you ain't usin' the right kinda bait. Whaddya use?
Mr. Knox: “Worms. The bait's all right. Fish hain't gittin' so fussy they won't bite worms, air they? If they air, I'll give up. Nosir, it's the goddam lakes and ponds workin', that's why they hain't bitin. And speakin' about worms. Funny thing happened. You know I dug five-six hundred of 'em couple weeks ago. Put 'em down cellar. Coupla days they was gone. I got so goddamn mad. Figgered somebody come in there and took 'em. Anyway I went out and dug some more. Says to myself by Cripes if they's anybody gittin' in my cellar I'll fill his rear end so fulla buckshot they kin use him fer an anchor. And I set up coupla nights with the old shotgun waitin', but I fell asleep fin'ly. Went down the cellar second day, and by God, if they hain't disappeared agin. Pail is knocked over, dirt's layin' all around, but the worms are gone.
“Met a fella that afternoon —-told him what happened. He says, ‘You got any rats in your cellar?’ I says, ‘sure, I got some dandies. Some of the finest specimens you ever see.’ He says, ‘that's where yer worms are goin'. Rats. Eat 'em every time.’ Well, by God, 'twas the first time I ever heard of rats eatin' worms, I couldn't hardly believe it. But more I thought of it, the more I c'd believe it. I put the next batch in the kitchen. Hain't lost a one since.”
Mr. Brennan: “You'll be gettin' rats in the kitchen, next. They'll come after 'em.”
Mr. Knox: “Well's long as they eat the worms. It's a damn sight