One of our regular customers came into the store last night, and shared with us how she had just purchased a new male rat and brought him home, while other customers browsed the shelves of the bookstore.
“My female rats went crazy,” she said. “They started making this high pitched squeaks and their ears flutter like butterfly wings.”
“Did the females jump the male?” I asked.
“No, I didn’t introduce him to the same case as the females, but they kept sneaking out of their cage. They’d stand at the edge of the table on which their cage sat, and would try to determine if they could leap the distance between the table with their cage on it and the other table where my male brief sat.”
“So you have to separate the male rats from the female rats?”
“Oh yeah,” she began. “You can’t leave the females with the males, because they can jump on top of a female and impregnate in a blink of an eye and sex is all over without you noticing a thing.”
The quiet lady with the bob and severe makeup who was browsing the biographies, turn to us and said, “Speaking from my experience, I can attest that’s true.”
We all stood there, jaws on the floor, as she wondered back up to the front store and checked out.
Why was she so bitter? What are your theories?