An ad for pet rats. We are directed to a loft in downtown LA. I ask for the rats; a friendly scientist shows us around, Angel crawls down the rocks around the balcony. The woman gives us a circular steel box containing the rats and we leave.
In the car, I open the container, excited for baby rats. I find a slather of bloody tadpole looking things swimming about. I dip my fingers in and lift some out, some slip thru and disappear in the darkness. The tadpoles rapidly multiply as I watch, and I close the container.
In my bunkbed at the old apartment. I’m sad that none of the tadpoles became rats.
Pic is my ratbaby n me. R.I.P. Septimus.
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