A close up view of Rattus Inanimatus
Sometimes you find rats in the strangest places. It was early July. Some friends and I were taking a short roadtrip up to Indianapolis, and had pulled into a truck stop for a quick bite to eat. It was one of those bizarre establishments that's part restaurant/part convenience store/part creepy souvenier stand. And what did I spy as soon as I stepped in the door?
Rats.
Granted, I sort of expected to see rodents in a roadside stop like this-- but these were rodents of the inanimate kind, lined up in a big glass display case alongside porcelein dolls and eagle figurines. I was elated. Fake rats are even more elusive than their living counterparts.
I scurried up to the counter to ask if I could buy the rat. The clerk looked at me strangely as she unlocked the display case -- I assume it was a request she'd never before received. I could care less. I dubbed the rat Indy, and he now lives on top of my television. He's the cleanest, healthiest rat I've ever owned, though perhaps not as interesting to watch. But he sure is fun to scare people with -- but again, that can be said about all rats.
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posted by Sophielynette @ 6:57 AM