The story goes that one of the gods, angry with another-decreed that all her relatives would be reincarnated as rates. Wells rats are not—they are family and live very well at the oddest temple in India. Thousands of them, but well-fed rats have constant bowls of milk and containers of wheat to eat. The devout sit among them and clearly worship these rodents. Charming in an odd Indian way—but the smell of rat dung—oh yes, it is a temple—so you must be barefoot in this place and tolerate the little guys smelling your toes. It is a bit much—and sadly a disappointment. These rates looked sick, with what looked like mange and they were puny—a cross between a mouse and a rat.
After spending three hours at night in an Indian railway station, we have seen some huge rats—obviously; they eat well at the train stations. Therefore, the rat temple was a bit of a disappointment and not worth the 20-rupee bus trip to get to this village to see this temple.