Guess who joined our family this week?
Below is Sylvia. She’s clearly the most level-headed of the group–the boss rat, if you will.
Next is Robin. She’s the most mellow, a bit of a poetic soul. She enjoys long walks on the beach and sniffing her friends’ poop:
Rat #3 is Nellie. She is a complete head case:
Below is Hubs attempting to talk Nellie through a little rat panic attack. We are watching her closely and have taken away her shoelaces and pocket knife. You can’t be too careful:
Additionally, Nellie sneezes a lot, which means we’re probably all about to get the Black Death.
The Great Rat Adventure of ’07, ’08, and oh-sweet-Heaven-please-not-into-’09 only took place after the Dryer boys signed the document below (feel free to click to enlarge for detail, should you ever be in need of a rat pledge yourself):
The quote of the day came from Stephen. As the salesgirl was helping us check out, she pointed out that each rat costs $7. "Wow!" Stephen shouted. "How are you able to price them so low?"
He’s definitely not the person to take with you to a used car lot.
And never mind that if we just headed down into the sewer, we could get the rats for free.