The Aerie

Easter

Amidst the Easter rituals our $300 rat died, her life extended at $20/day. I guess one lives and learns: next time let the rat die.

It was both strange and mundane: the rat went from alive to not-alive just after we finished coloring eggs. One moment she was in so much pain we couldn't touch her: the next she was a warm, limp object that could be touched and nudged with impunity.