Somebody left a giant, snarling, rubber rat on our doorstep some time last night. I was only moderately phased (alright, quite a bit disturbed) since I left the house at 8.30 but the girl who leaves at 5.30 am… in the dark.. when the front porch light is broken.. had a worse time of it. Apparently she threw things at it for some time before assuming it was dead and did a long jump over it.

I asked one of the boguns next door if they’d left it there. He sniggered and said “Oh you don’t have to worry about us, if we’d found something cool like that, we’d keep it.”

Er, yes, I suppose they would.