rattatouille

found a dead rat on the kitchen floor this morning.

you have to understand, i hate rats. i get it from my mom. we both can kill large spiders with our bare hands, but when it comes to rats, i would almost rather die than come face to face with those beady little eyes.

in my mind, there is only one thing worse than finding a dead rat in your house--that is, finding a live rat in your house, and letting him get away.

i saw disney's "rattatouille" this summer, and loved it. disney has a way of making everything cute. and i got so into the story--a misfit rat who appreciates the finer tastes in life and, after overcoming several obstacles, finally realizes his dream of becoming a chef in a world-class restaurant, charming, really--that i thought it actually might change my view of the skinny-tailed rodents. i actually wondered if i would feel the same loathing when i saw my next real, un-animated rat.

and i got my answer this morning.

sorry, disney.

but nice try. at least you made me wonder.