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Not a good news story, but one we laugh about often...
In the first few months after Katrina things were kept a bit casual. The new dress code allowed for mud spattered patrons in the 3 businesses that were open, using the bathroom in public was acceptable as long as one did it descretely behind a building, and doors everywhere were left open. Yes, even the door to the jail.
In those days the people who occupied the jail were out of towners; disorderly contractors, looters, weirdos with warrants. So one day a low life from out of town is brought to the jail for stealing copper. He was only going to be there until the next day; the jail was not yet repaired for inmates so they were placed in a holding cell untill the next day's transport came to deliver him to a working jail. Of course the cell is locked, but he has a view outside because the exterior door is open.
After a while the deputies hear this guy screaming and go to see what's happened. The inmate is hysterical and pointing to the biggest "rat" he has ever seen. The deputies look at the "rat" who is just outside the door and realize that the "rat" was a nutria. So, not particularly happy with some out of town thief picking our bones, they went with it.
"Oh yeah, they are really big down here," said Hubby. "Something happened to them during the storm they think it may be the toxic water, but either way they've gotten huge." "Yup, looks like you picked the wrong place to go to jail; don't worry too much they won't hurt you," a deputy threw in. Hubby and his deputy wished the man a good night and shut the door watching his horrified expression.
The copper thief passed a miserable night worrying about giant mutant rats, but he was in no danger. I'm sure he was glad when they transported him out the next day and I wish I could been there when he described the mutant rats to the people at the jail a little further up north from here. I'll bet they made fun of him in the worst way.
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