After our wireless router cables got chewed through twice in one week before Christmas because of wayward escapist hamsters, the Big Papa said a firm NO to adding a Rat to the collection of 7 hamsters (not to mention the 4 dead guinea pigs we buried discreetly under a grape arbor earlier in the fall).
As cute as he was, I agreed.
They grow to be the size of a medium dog, and there were a few of those in large plastic bins with holes in the lid.
They scared me.
They were much cuter in Ratatouille, one of my favorite movies about food.
But here I am with Oldest at the rodent market.
Yes there is such a thing.
It’s actually the “Bird, Fish, Flower, [occasional Cat and Dog] and Rodent Market.”