Parked my car along St Mary, a sidestreet perpendicular to Nepa-Q Mart where I get my weekly supply of fruits. Anyway, as I walked towards the market a rat slightly smaller than a kitten ambled past. The fur on its rump and half its tail was gone, eaten up by some skin disease that looked like vitiligo or psiorasis or eczema or leprosy. I didnt have enough time to take a skin sample for diagnosis so I wont be able to tell you what it is. At any rate, I always thought rats were hardy little creatures that could live anywhere so I was amazed to see one suffering from a skin disease. Jesus, I told myself, “I have to talk to that rat about moving to a new neighborhood. But the overwhelming smell of dried piss on that part of the street fronting Two Bubble Laundry and a siomai stall made me realize that it would be futile trying to talk the rat into moving out, he probably thinks he already died and gone to heaven.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 07:54:03 +0000
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