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.)
