Well I knew that I would have another story to tell between when I typed the last journal and when I was able to post it. In fact, I have two short stories, both involving rats. In the first story, I had just returned home from school, so I pulled my bike around to the front of my concession to say hello to mama and everyone else. We go through the usual “saluer” motions. “How are you, How was school, etc.” I am just about to go on my merry little way when I glance down and procede to do a double/triple/quadruaple take with what I see. It is the LARGEST, most disgusting looking rat I have ever seen. Turns out that it’s not just any rat, it’s an African Bush Rat! Joy. And I’m talking that this thing was the same size as a large cat. It was that big. And guess what?! That’s whats for dinner!!! Needless to say I opted out of eating Bush Rat. Apparently it has a nice strong taste though. Aye.
The second story involves me cleaning/putting things away in my kitchen and deciding for whatever reason to rearrange some things on top of my cupboard. I pull out two cake pans, and “Aye! What is that?! Is that a giant slug?! No. Oh, nothing just residue. NOPE. Definitely something. Definitely something. It just moved!!” Turns out that I had a litter of newly born rats on my top shelf. There were about 7 of them and couldn’t have been more than two days old. No hair, eyes not open. It went from disgusting, to cute, to sad knowing that they couldn’t very well stay there and that I was going to essentially have to kill them. So I got my dustpan and scooped them up (they were squeaking when I did this--kind of sad) and I gently placed them outside in the weeds. I’m sure that they have already starved to death or more likely, been eaten. Poor little guys. Not to mention, that I have noticed that the tenant that I have living in my ceiling has been considerably more active which leads me to believe that Mom lives upstairs and she has been trying to get back down to take care of her babies. Sorry, Mom. You picked a really bad place lay your darlings down. Anyway, I think that I’ve had enough of rats for a little while and yet, maybe I’ll try catching a Bush Rat and eating that for Thanksgiving! With Pate! It would be like the African version of Turkey and Mashed Potatoes! Yummy Yummy!
Friday, November 23, 2007
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7 comments:
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-kay.
If you've been trying to gross me out, you just succeeded.
My goodness.
The big rat story didn't bother me until you mentioned it as DINNER!!!
And don't feel sorry for those baby rats. They grow into big rats. Guaranteed.
Hope you had a better Thanksgiving feast than the one you described!!!!!
LOVE YOU, Dad
I can handle baby rats. But I cannot handle baby rats near my cooking supplies. The deserved to die.
Carly,
This sounds like a recipe that I want to put in my Thanksgiving recipe book. MMMMMM. Roti du rat!
Hope you get our package soon.
Auntie Nancy
ok yeah, even among the needles in eyes, nematode worm infections of every known organ, and all the other gross-outs of vet school, I have to say bushrats for supper is really up there. Though pate seems even more disguting, if you ask me... ;)
Happy late thanksgiving, and thanks for all the stories. You think you enjot PCV gossip? Well we enjoy your hilarious experiences!
also, my friend who's a teacher at Stevensville Lakeshore sent me this as a "weird news story," but it made me think of you- don't make this major faux pas!!
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21973378/?GT1=10547
You can teach the African men about lesbianism and all the other crazy convos you've had, but Mohammed...DON'T MESS.
Always full of good advice,
Lindsey
Love to read your blog..your stories are always a hoot...but bush rats for dinner might be a bit much...however....if you didn't actually KNOW bush rat was in the pate....it might have been okay....The whole time I was in Africa a judiciously did not ask about what was in anything...it made it much easier to manage...I do agree that bush rat babies in the kitchen cupboard so to speak is just not to be tolerated... good on you for being a great white hunter....
wow Carly, sounds like you had many suprises in your cake pan!
I could probably work with rats, but I don't know if I would like one on my plate....:p There will be plenty of rats to be born, so don't worry.
In Japan, we eat raw fish,and fermented soy beans among other things....
I had a chance to taste raw horse meat this summer..... kinda tasted like roast beef... but I felt sorry for the horse so I only had one piece.
I hope you had a good christmas meal
Yukie
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