Seleney might enjoy this one. And I might post pictures later but I have to go take a final soon, and this just gave me a good laugh. Besides, I'm looking for one of the rats anyway.

So my sister has two pet rats. One she had for a couple months longer, but decided to get the other to keep it company, since rats are pretty social creatures. But for those of you who didn't know, they're hella smart. I think rats and crows are the two most underestimated animals in terms of intelligence. Might have something to do with their associations with filth and garbage.

But I digress.

So these two rats live in a little glass box. And they're always trying to get out. Ingrates. I seriously think they do it because they're bored, because when they do escape, they never go far.

Suggest a different cage? Nonsense! The first one managed to undo the latch himself.

Well, we keep weights and stuff on top of their cage. That doesn't really stop them. They jump against the roof endlessly and end up knocking stuff around. Yes, we do use duct tape, too. But their persistent thrashing eventually loosens that up. Not to mention that we're not really around much, so we don't really have much of a chance to replace these things.

So last night, they both got out, and we spent hours searching for them. Both my sister and I were pretty sure they were going to die of starvation or something.

Nope.

Somehow, they got into her dresser and climbed up to the top drawer.

…Where they made a fucking base.

Starvation? I don't fucking think so!

Both of them apparently stayed together the entire time. All I can say is that the clothes were moved out of the way, and there was a mountain of food in there. That explains why their food bag was practically empty. And they had taken loose bits that they found (like food from an open snack bag in her room), and furthermore, dog food. I don't know what was going through their heads besides "Fuck these guys, we got this."

So yeah, we found them. Then I took them out this morning to give them a little stretching room, but one of them slipped through my fingers, hid under a bureau, and escaped after that.

I'll go take my final when I find that fucker.

But he'll return.

He knows where the food comes from.