So, I finally feel like I am in one of those movies with animals that talk and run away from the "humans" to save the world. Let me start this story off with a little background history. Andrew, my boyfriend, has a snake named Monty-a ball python. gross, I know. Well, he eats live rats and as a mammal lover this has been really hard for me. The last two rats have had died in vain. The first one attacked Monty and so Andrew let him outside the second died in the cage because Andrew forgot to feed it. Well, this third rat still has not been eaten by Monty so I decided that since I am such a humanitarian I should make sure it has water and a carrot so it doesn't die in vain. I mean, this rat is in an intense scary movie...its just waiting to die. So, Andrew went out of town this weekend so I went over there to give him water. I stick my hand in there and put the water in front of him and that rat BIT ME! I screamed, said a few course words, and drew my hand in. When I did this he flew out of the cage. I tried to catch him but he crawled into the couch. I waited and tried to get him. Finally I see him run towards Andrew's recyling center. He has different tubs of paper, plastic, aluminum and glass (which of course he hasn't taken out in a LONG time.) I was so angry at this rat that I pulled out a broom and tried to get him. The rat hid in it and I, in anger, destroyed all of the tubs and flipped them over. The rat charged at me and I ran and screamed. Having my pride hurt I decided to stand guard and wait on him to come out. However, he out waited me and I never saw him again...he better be saving a little boy in Austrailia right now.
I have lost the battle but not the war.
