The rat I was skinning yesterday had a huuuuuuuuuuuge poop coming out of its bum (yes, I guess the rumour that you poo yourself when you die is true!) and me thinking it was totally hilarious had a photo taken with it.
But seriously, rats are taking over my life. I’ve been thinking about them constantly and have even dreamed about them loads. I had one dream where all the rats I stuffed came back to life and they could talk and they were all bright colours, which was pretty fun. I feel that that dream in particular boosts my belief about reincarnating the rats into a higher being and ridding them of their mortal bodies.
Maybe I’ll turn into a crazy rat lady, but hey maybe I already am one.