>Walking home from the subway last night I saw a rat run and dive into a bunch of bags of trash. No big deal. Another rat already in the pile jumped slightly at the new visitor. Again, no big deal. Just as I’m passing the trash another rat fled out from under the bags across my boot. HUGE BIG FU*KING DEAL! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I screamed, kicked the bags (???) and shouted into the phone at Christian, “A FU*KING RAT JUST RAN ACROSS MY FU*KING BOOT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!!”
The tiny old little Pakistani guy walking next to me just laughed and laughed.
This morning Christian and I laughed about it and how it wasn’t THAT bad. After all, I could have had sandals on and that would have been unspeakably horrifying.
I raced home from work anxious to eat, shower and play with my animals. In the shower I confirmed what I suspected:
I have ringworm.
A souvenier from working in NOLA with the rescued animals.
I prepared dinner fretting that I’ve now given Paquita and Maybelline cooties. We’re all going to have to be on antibiotics and how much is this going to cost and mabye it was Maybelline who gave it to us and OH MY GOD THERE’S A MOUSE AT MY FU*KING BARE FOOT IN MY FU*KING KITCHEN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHH!!!
I need a drink.
What the hell is happening?