This little three by six area was riddled with rat holes and less than affectionately known as the rat hotel. It is now gone. In the process, the three men killed sixty rats.
More importantly, since the mutant rodent armies of the night are endlessly replaceable, the planter is gone, and the hotel is no more. In it's place is an open, flat surface less amenable to rodent infiltration.
Let us greet the new dawn!