The first place we lived in was a flying rat nightmare. Michal, equipped with a metal spatula would religiously remove their poisonous shit from the window panes and the balcony. No matter how many attempts were made at stopping the flying rats from landing on our balcony (metal wire spikes were wound into position on the railing to scare the suckers off) they always managed to land helicopter style and perch their crap on our wooden balcony seat. Bleh. When we finally did move, the mother rat laid an egg in our flower pot. M&J 0 : Flying Rat 1.
I read recently that the French-Algerian artist Kader Attia made an instillation at the Lyons Biennial in 2005 that went to auction at Christie’s this month in