Last night Jakers and I were discussing Rocky. I have tried a few different things with him lately but it seems that I have to face facts that he's just an odd rat. Yes, we have probably contributed to him being odd but then again, it was never planned that his sister would die and Rocky's life would totally change.
So, after reaching this conclusion I said to Jakers that it would be great if there was a hotline you could call and speak to a rat expert. I guess this is what the internet is but for some reason information is always more reassuring when it comes from an actual human being.
Several minutes later, as Polly and Meka scooted about on my bed, I asked Jakers a question:
Me: Do you think, if I was a loner, and I had the rats out free ranging, and, say I just died suddenly, do you think the rats would eat me?
Jakes: Yes.
Me: Really? Even though they're my pets?
Jakes: Yes. Evan a dog would eat you.
Me: How long do you think they'd wait before eating me?
Jakes: About half an hour.
Me: And do you think they'd feel bad about eating me?
Jakes: (smirking) I don't know, you'd have to call your rat hotline to find that out.
Of course, the next morning I realised that they wouldn't feel at all bad for eating me. In fact, they'd probably realise how tasty I was and wonder why they didn't do it sooner.
1 comment:
Such is the nature of nature. Luckily your rats know you will feed them and so don't need to eat you.
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