I would like to announce to no one in particular that our pet rats have somehow learned to poop outside of their cage.
I do not mean they are escaping from their cage and pooping. I mean they are in their cage, carefully locked in, and somehow the little poop pellets leave their bodies and end up on the floor just outside their cage.
And I know those are a lot of italics, but if there was ever a cause for italics, I’d say Bionic Rodent Poop qualifies.
The whole thing kind of reminds me of that Magic Bullet Theory from the Kennedy assassination–remember? Supposedly the bullet traveled all these different directions, shifting in mid-air.
Except this hasn’t altered the course of U.S. history.
Well, and it’s poop.
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(Thus concludes my first attempt at being funny and lighthearted. It feels strange. I haven’t fully given myself permission to laugh yet. Bear with me. And quick, leave a funny comment so I won’t feel all weird and exposed.)