After trick-or-treating we put away the battery-operated disembodied hand and the Michael Jackson Frankenstein and my favourite Mr. and Mrs. Frank N. Stein bride and groom dolls, but I left the life-size plastic rat out beside the jack-o-lanterns. I am going to see if someone steals the rat. Maybe the rat will go to Europe or Antarctica like those lawn gnomes. I would like to think of the rat having a better life than just holing up in a box of Halloween decorations in my attic for a whole year.
question: if you were a plastic rat, which would you rather?
mompoet - rooting for the rodent