The Homicidal Urges

The rat had not gone.

It had merely been moved a few paces, and appears to be becoming part of the pavement, through a combination of colour change and covering by leaves and whatnot.

No, I'm still not going to pick it up.

I just came back from Brighton Toyota to give over as cheque for an amount that I'll likely never hold in my hand in real cash. God, traffic is crap at this time, even going back into the city.

Anyway, back in the city I parked my car in Arden St and walked up Wrecklyn St to go back to uni, and there on the corner of Grattan St and Royal Pde, on the university side of the street, I saw the well-flattened corpse of a rodent of some kind. Probably a rat - it's the right size.

The funny thing is that this corpse has been there for at least a few weeks. I take that route every morning, and that dead rat has been there for quite a while. Right in the middle of a thoroughfare.

I'm just waiting for someone to get rid of it. I almost feel sorry for it. What a way to go - squashed by something bigger than you, and then no one has the decency to place your corpse in a safe place, and doubtless being stepped on/run over by countless other feet and bicycle tyres.

'Course, I'm certainly not going to pick it up.

OK, time to do some work.