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Friday September 13, 2002

Rat poop. Yes, I said rat poop.

My hands are raw from washing them so much. Rat poop. Everywhere. In psych of learning, I picked up one of the rats to put him in the experiment cage, when he started squirming around. I put my other hand underneath him just in case he fell (not a good idea). He pooped all over my left hand. I couldn't go wash it right away, because the room was dark, and if I opened the door, it would let light into the lab. So I sat there, poop on hand, for the entire experiment. All I was doing was working the stopwatch and timing the light intervals, so it wasn't too bad. But afterward I washed. And washed. And washed. And I think all the poop is now gone. Yick.



bob on May 12, 2005 11:38 AM

a rat got into our house
a pitbull attacked our poodle
bees sneaked into living room

the poodle was not harmed
the bees were easy to persuade to leave
the rat the entire kitchen showered in poop
every plate, every glass etc

but now that the nest is removed
of course, she must be pregnant

babies---no, there were none

1984 had rats in it

think of the rats in New Orleans

the horror is everywhere

jsn on September 19, 2005 01:16 PM