By Elise Hyatt
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Whip. I didn’t have a whip. Couldn’t be a lion tamer without a whip. I had to try something. And anyway, Fluffy never forgave me. She had to take Valium whenever she saw me. ” I abstained from pointing out I wasn’t sure that Mom’s fireplace mantel was a better place, since that’s where Fluffy’s ashes were, inside an urn shaped like a Persian cat. At least the urn didn’t hiss when it saw me. “So now you can have Pythagoras. ” I asked. ” my son the traitor said, nodding vigorously. ” Ben squirmed.
So, eventually, he was going to have to open the bottom. And if it was rubber or something, I’d just give it a shot of oil and not be distracted as I was cleaning. I grabbed the electric screwdriver from the shelf. There were four screws holding the panel in. It was only a moment’s work to remove them and pull off the panel and— Somehow, I’d dropped the wood panel, and I was on the other side of the shed, my body pressed flat against the wall, while my hands tried to figure out a means to escape backward into it.
I still had to sleep with myself at night. Right. This left me with—well, it left me with a bunch of baby rats that I didn’t want to kill, but who were going to die if I didn’t take care of them as surely as if I killed them. So . . I had to figure out how to feed them and look after them. I had the vague idea that if I looked on the Internet, I could find a dozen sites telling me how to care for rats. The problem was that my laptop had died shortly after my marriage, and I had yet to find the money to replace it.