I like rats. They are cute, and their natural behaviours are funny-endearing. They are good-efficient parents, and they benefit from and enjoy living in a simple society-colony. They may not share food in the sense of talking it back home to the wife and kids, but the colony members share the same trails-haunts and get the same food sources, apparently without fighting over them.
Even very young rats are good at being rats and good at making the most of a difficult existence.
And those are wild / feral / pest rats I am referring to. Pet rats are pretty dull and mere shadows of their free cousins.
Rats are also the scariest of the not-wanted-around the house animals that I catch by hand, and I regularly relocate 2 metre long pythons. I don't wear gloves for snakes. Gloves for rats are barely adequate. Even mice can bite right through my fingernail. The last time I pinned a big rat bare handed, I had the "it's easier to hold the tail of a tiger than to let go" experience because there was nothing within arm's reach that I could use as a effective weapon.
Anyhow. I like rats, I respect rats. And when they breed up in big enough numbers to cause damage or my wife notices, I poison or relocate them.
I like rats. Scalenex has heard the following story, so he can stop reading now.
When a family of rats make a nest in the hen coop, I can block the door, put on my gloves, catch as many as I can and put them in a little cage. The next day I take them on an adventure and release them in the wild on my way to work.
On occasion, my catching hasn't been gentle enough, and one has died from injuries later. I can put six cute little rats (mouse size, barely weaned) into the cage, and in the morning there will be five cute little rats. Sometimes there are little tufts of hair left. The remainder don't seem to be much bigger than before.
I stop liking rats for the few weeks after that happens.
I haven't used this experience in my writings about Skaven yet, but it is in the back of my mind.
I can't tell this story without taking about crows (so wake up
@The Sauric Ace). I don't like crows. They eat my baby chickens when given the chance, steal eggs and even bully the larger chickens. My main gripe is that they are way too noisy for me to sleep through. They are magnificent and loyal birds, though, and way too smart to be easy to remove. I certainly respect them.
One time when I was releasing rats for a wilderness adventure, one ran the wrong way, away from the long grass and across the road. 2 cars missed it, but before it got to the far side a crow swooped down from nowhere, picked it up in its beak and flew with it
back towards my house. If, as I now suspect, the two species are colluding, life for me and my chickens is going to get tougher.
In the scheme of WHFB naughty/niceness I consider Skaven to be firmly neutral. And like rats, chickens and crows, I think they are exceptionally good at being themselves. I have two big Skaven related stories planned in the Bob saga (books 6, 7 and 9, if I ever get that far) one where they are a cunning but subtle foe, the other where they are pragmatic enough to be reliable allies - both situations are in scope of their nature, and more interesting to me than mad destroyers. We've got orcs for that.
tl;dr - this whole discussion is a waste of time. We should just ask
@SlanntaClause which list they are on.