It was only a dollar store rat. It’s not like I can’t run
out and get another one – probably for half price since Halloween is old
news. Still, I feel really bent
out of shape that someone stole my rat.
Maybe because Halloween is a time where you welcome people
onto your porch, not thinking that they’ll violate your hospitality.
Maybe because “it’s not the money, it’s the principle of the
thing.”
Maybe because the kids I suspect lifted it were with a
parent.
Maybe because as an entitled ‘right now’ society, we have
collectively forgotten that you don’t take something if it doesn’t belong to
you.
It’s not the plastic rodent I mourn, it’s the kid who
probably doesn’t know that he did anything wrong.
