Last night I was trying to get some rest when suddenly it sounded like the house was being torn apart by a squeaky toy.
R.B. Forbes, U.S. Dept. Agriculture
Turns out Bugs had driven Mr. Packrat under the recliner, where I caught sight of his little face, all big ears and button eyes. As I am still helpless, I called the landlord and he rushed over with his wife and two boys. Excitement all around. We threw Bugs in the carrier and Barney in the box-room and we hustled Mr. Packrat out the front door in short order.
Wikipedia says packrats like shiny objects and will “trade up” to get these. This accounts for the joke that a man found his dime replaced by two nickels.
Considering that Mr. Packrat traces his ancestry back to the late Cenozoic, he was probably entitled to more respect than we showed him.