If you looked, you must not be so squeamish, or so easily deterred. Very well, then. The story of this rat--my rat--is also the story of my great courage, which I must memorialize. I found him after the snow melted; he must have frozen to death eating our overflowing garbage (we had no pickup the week of the snow, of course). The odd thing is, we found him just as we were reading all about rat-villains in Despereaux, and we found him on Erev Shabbos, when Daddy was unavailable, so it was left to me to get him far, far, far away from the blue house before Shabbos began. I did it!! He rode in the passenger seat all the way to the emergency garbage dump-off place at the Dragon Park. Rats have the most disgusting tails, truly they do, and the rest of them isn't so lovely either. This reminds me of a funny recent story. I was changing a disgusting Saulie-diaper, and Naomi rushed over to look at the fallout (so to speak). I got into affirmation mode, "You're not scared of disgusting things, are you? And you don't really mind looking at blood, cuts, scrapes, any of that stuff, either. Right?" She agreed. I went on, "You could probably be a really good doctor, since you're not afraid of blood, guts, any of that stuff." She said, "No, I'm not afraid of any cuts at all. Except if they're Rosie's." I asked, "Why?" and she said, as though it should be obvious, "Because she's my friend!" She didn't want her friend to be hurt! Empathy.... good little future doctor, all right.
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