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Freitag, Dezember 05, 2003
Well, something like that. Here.
Actually I do like rats. I'm completely stupid about it, but I do fear a spider more than a rat, even when I know a rat could de me way more harm than any west-european spider, but anyway. When I see a rat on the street, I stomp my foot and say something like "hushh.... hurry" and the rat usually disappears. The spider doesn't. It keeps sitting on the spot where I have to see it all the time. And when I don't see it, it's even worse, since I know it's there.
I don't hate spiders.
They just frighten me to dead. It's awful. I hate myself for behaving like that, but my brain just denies to work when I see a spider on my wall.
But Rats - a totally different thing. They're so cute. At least when tey're white, bred by friends and young.
Once I had two with me, because friends had asked me to be their rat-sitter for a weekend. I had long, curly hair then and the rats were sitting on my shoulder (hidden in my hair) and just their tails were to see while they were laying on my neck like a necklace.
Yes - a necklace. This is what Kirsten thaught, too, when she saw me and asked what it was.
But she didn't just ask. She tipped with her finger on what she thaught to be a new necklace.
Of course, both the rats on my shoulders put their little noses out of my hair and peeked who was tipping their tails.
Kirsten ran away screaming like hell.
It's a story that still makes her change the colour of her face from the common cinderella-white to read.
So, yes, I do like rats.