Rocket’s existential crisis

I did not take this photograph. My son Trey did. This is Rocket, one of his pet rats. Apparently my son had to lie in wait for just the right moment, when Rocket was resting.

Yes, some days feel like this. Lying there, eyes open, hands empty, feet limp, head on a brick…. some days feel like a cage… some days I need a brick….

2 thoughts on “Rocket’s existential crisis

  1. Susanne says:

    I think this may be the first time I’ve felt empathy for a rat.

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