Our orange tree produces fragrant blossoms, shelter for the squirrels and mediocre fruit. Unless of course you’re a roof rat. The last time my son climbed that tree at dusk he encountered a rat. He hasn’t been up the tree since. I’ve never actually seen them in action, but every morning I find half a dozen perfectly hollowed oranges littering the ground. The rats are probably out there as I type this, peeling an orange and getting high on vitamin C. When the party is over, they could at least have the decency to clean up after themselves!