Dec 17, 2018
Rat burials
Every time you walk down the street and mind your own matters, London throws a rock at you. A rock made of Weird. I saw a handful of rats burying their own today, Rattus Faber, the smart kind. Always figured they just ate their dead or left them, but no, they had a human-size grave where they put all theirs. I had a dead rat in my pocket, so I figured “what the hell” and added that one, all solemn. The rats seemed to approve. I lingered a bit. Honest, it surprised me how sad it was. Rats with feelings. Who would have known.
