Two Irishmen discuss mine detection rats…

Micky – Will ye split the cost of a rat with me?
Connor – A rat?
Micky – I’m talking Cambodian bomb sniffing rats. Big fat fellas. Size of cats.
Connor – Don’t go there. I swear to God I’ll vomit.
Micky – Wait. One rat, Ronin he’s called, detected 109 unexploded landmines. It’s a world record.
Connor – Can Ronin detect me about to throw up?

Micky – He can sniff TNT so I’m guessing..
Connor – And let me guess he finds the mines and sticks a red flag on them.
Micky – No. He does a wee dance and scratches the ground. Bomb gets removed. One less amputee. A win for little children everywhere.
Connor – I totally get that bit but I can’t get past rats. Why not use Golden Retrievers? Or piglets? Or cats?
Micky – I dunno. But I know it costs big money training them. Between that and the suncream.
Connor – Suncream?
Micky – It’s a hot country – you want the rats to burn?
Connor – Wait. You want me to sponsor a masseuse to rub suncream into a rat? It sounds like something Trump would make up about USAID.
Micky – You got a better solution for the sunburn?
Connor – Lots. How about rodent sized long sleeved shirts? Or sun hats? Or wait. Get the rats to work at night?
Micky – I don’t like your attitude.
Connor – I bet the Allied Rat and Rodent Workers Union wouldn’t like it either.
Micky – But I respect your problem solving ability.
Connor – You want solutions – call me. Donations for rats? Call the Union.

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https://www.rte.ie/news/newslens/2025/0412/1507203-land-mine-rat/