Now what the hell was that all about? The rats were just freaking out in the Coke can box I gave them. When I say freaking out I mean that the box was literally shaking like an earthquake! It was loud, too. My first thought was that they were playing rough, but rats don’t usually play that rough. Yet if they were fighting they’d have been squealing and they weren’t. Puerco appeared to be just fine, but Bendejo seemed like he was having an epileptic fit for a minute there, extremely winded and barely able to climb up into the highest tube which is his usual spot in the house.

Whatever it was about was over soon enough, but I just wish these rats would hurry up and drop dead! I hate to say it, but compared to most other rats we’ve had, they are no fun at all. Yet Tom insists they’re “okay” and we should keep them since I got rid of the last two. I don’t want to be without any pets at all, but after having 4 uncool rats in a row, I wonder if we’ll ever have any good ones ever again. Good rats seemed to end with Tinkerbell, the absolute best. But just to have a rat like Blondie or Little Buddy would be wonderful. Even Houdini and Scuttles were wonderful compared to these guys!

Speaking of rats, I really think whatever’s living under the house is a rat and not mice. It makes an awful lot of racket coming and going for a mouse and sometimes I smell this foul odor right outside that smells exactly like the abandoned trailer up on the mountain in Oregon that was taken over by rats.

I wonder if our RV is still up there. If so, have the rats taken over that, too? Probably so, LOL.

Once again I’m wondering if I’m going to lose any more weight without cutting down to under 1000 calories. Guess only time will tell.

I’ve been reviewing past Italian lessons, but not working on my story. I’ve been trying and trying to get into it, but lately I just can’t seem to be able to. So maybe it’s time to take a break from that kind of writing for a while.

Nothing else to update on but the few dreams I remember.

Two out of three of them seemed to take place in K-Falls. In one dream I was thinking that while I hated the climate, it was nice to be in such a safe, tiny town where you could ride your bike in the middle of the night. Then, as if to prove my point, I gazed down from a second-story house on the street and saw someone slowly pedaling by underneath the gloom of the streetlights.

In the second dream, I was in the backseat of a car and again it was nighttime. The car turned onto another street and for a split second, its headlights shined upon something not quite human moving down the sidewalk. Whatever it was jumped out of the line of light in a flash, leaving me to wonder what the hell it could’ve been since it only partially resembled a person.

The last dream was of me waking up in a house. I walked out of the bedroom and headed to the right of it into a small living room. There were two stuffed chairs along one wall with a TV against the opposite wall. Tom was asleep in the chair closest to the front door. Sort of on the wall opposite the front door was a closed door leading to the kitchen. I could see light glowing around it. As I entered the room I heard a loud crash and knew right away that someone broke in. The room was kind of L-shaped and so while I could see the kicked-open back door, I couldn’t see the intruder right away. When I finally did I saw a dark-haired guy of average size holding a stick of some kind. He calmly asked me something about paint thinner, but I wasn’t scared. Instead, I just stood there dazed and surprised by it all.