Rat burgers

     I had a bad week at work last week. Actually only about 5 minutes of it was bad, the rest of the week was the usual - training people how to do things, answering dumb questions, dealing with people who think they know more and/or think they are the boss of me. Truly usual. But the bad 5 minutes was pretty bad, and I left the building crying, drove home crying.

     It got me thinking about leaving the hospital and going back to being awake during the day and asleep at night.  I could work at my part time job, I do really like it and its fairly easy. There are still times where its actually very much work, but most of the time its great. The money is pretty good too, and they seem to have enough work that I could work whenever. I wouldnt have to be locked into full time hours either, which would be nice. I could work a lot on my days without the kids and work less when i have them.

     I could start working on things around my house. Not just the broken water heater and the sliding doors that dont slide and the malfunctioning light switch. But more like the stuff that I want to do to be more self sufficient. I could grow more plants and sell them. I could put up the mice or rat cages and start raising them.

     A quick trip to Rural King opened my eyes up to the new consumerism. They no longer carry small animal cages. Their stock is very different now. I guess everything for most of my projects will have to be bought online. They dont even carry the wire mesh that I had previously bought when I made the rabbit cages. And I couldnt find the dog crates at all.

     I want the mice or rats so they can eat the weeds my yard produces and make me fertilzer. Then I joke about cooking the rats and eating them, but why is that so funny? Why not cook rats and eat them? Or at least, make them into rat burgers. Is that crazy?