My new goal as a high school graduate is to find a way to exist in the least embarrassing way possible, perhaps by becoming seafoam or lint or one of those really small moths.
There was a pair of mice living in my barbecue grill. I guess they were rats or whatever. They had a nest and all that. I hadn’t seen them recently and I found one of them dead today a few feet away from the grill. Nothing had eaten it or anything and it had been there for a few days at least.
I wonder if rats are ever upset.