We've spoken before of strange rat-spectacles* and their potential as omens. Yesterday, as the girls and I walked Penny around the block, we came upon a rat. It ignored us; its full concentration was set upon its tail, which it chased with great persistence.
We stood and stared. Penny pulled her leash taught. It spun and spun and spun. We watched for a minute. It stopped, started, and spun some more. Finally, we went on our way. It spun and spun and spun and spun...
What ungodly foreboding is that? I can only assume the Apocalypse is nigh.
* How do you say that in German?