(no subject)
Damn, I've done it again. Meet Percy. Perseus, the Medusa-slayer.
How did his tail get so fucked up, you ask? Well, Percy was in the back-room in a little cage when I arrived at work today. In solitary confinement. I asked why he was there. Apparently, Joe (boss's son) had attempted to feed him to a snake yesterday. Instead of dying cooperatively, Percy tore his tail out of the snake's mouth (resulting in the above damage) and started attacking the snake. Yes, he is fucking badass. So I thought that was great, was very pleased that he'd saved his own life and been granted a second chance, good for him. I assumed he'd just be put in with the other rats once his tail healed. But as I was leaving, Jim (boss) said "What a shame that he put up such a good fight to just die anyway." They were apparently planning to ship him out with 150 other rats to a snake breeder.
Oh hell no, I thought. One does not execute a rat who has asserted his determination and right to live. It's simply not fair. If that happens, everything in the world has gone mad.
So I put him in a box and took him home. He's spent the evening chilling on my lap and licking my fingers. He's unnaturally friendly for a rat who's never been handled before.
How did his tail get so fucked up, you ask? Well, Percy was in the back-room in a little cage when I arrived at work today. In solitary confinement. I asked why he was there. Apparently, Joe (boss's son) had attempted to feed him to a snake yesterday. Instead of dying cooperatively, Percy tore his tail out of the snake's mouth (resulting in the above damage) and started attacking the snake. Yes, he is fucking badass. So I thought that was great, was very pleased that he'd saved his own life and been granted a second chance, good for him. I assumed he'd just be put in with the other rats once his tail healed. But as I was leaving, Jim (boss) said "What a shame that he put up such a good fight to just die anyway." They were apparently planning to ship him out with 150 other rats to a snake breeder.
Oh hell no, I thought. One does not execute a rat who has asserted his determination and right to live. It's simply not fair. If that happens, everything in the world has gone mad.
So I put him in a box and took him home. He's spent the evening chilling on my lap and licking my fingers. He's unnaturally friendly for a rat who's never been handled before.