What image pops to mind when I tell you that I met someone yesterday who rescues retired cancer-ridden rats from medical labs?

A scruffy hippie with hairy legs wearing rat-hair covered fair trade hemp trousers?

A crazy old lady with purple hair and a great cane with a poking spike on the end?

A creepy short bald middle aged man who lives in his mothers basement?

Ha, you’re all wrong. Rat girl is one of the most amusing (in a laughing with, not a laughing at way) well put together young ladies I’ve met in a while.

Actually she only fosters dying rats until a new home can be found for them so now I know:

- that lab rats do get retirment benefits

- that there are people out there who like rats enough to adopt dying ones

- that not all rat-lovers are weird

- that the idea of paliative care for rats makes me chuckle