The Monkey And The Plywood Violin

Seanan McGuire is interested in having the following phrases:

"The dead are rising/walking! Run for your life!"
"I have been infected. Please shoot me."
"I am not infected. Please do not shoot me."

Translated into as many languages as possible. If you are fluent enough to do this, please go to http://seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com/244267.html and post them!


In other, less delightful news, the local rat population is likely to be down to two in short order. Paris is not doing well, and has not been for some time, but now is extra bad. When a rat does not eat, things are dire. I am keeping the little guy warm and attempting syringe feeding, but I think his progressive neurological symptoms have gotten too bad.

For the first time in a very long time, I have only one rat. Rosencrantz died this evening, of respiratory problems. It was expected, and Simon seems to be doing well enough alone (he doesn't seem to have noticed the lack of a cage mate).

I'll probably keep my eye out for a pair of youngsters in the near future, though I cannot adopt from the local Humane Society until I've managed to get my Wisconsin driver's license, and I can't do that until I've secured the peculiar and arcane forms they require as proof of address (a lease is not good enough, but they'll take a one month old utility bill. All the other stuff - paychecks, bank statements, mortgage papers - I do not have.

Probably less sad than I should be. Both rats were/are very old, so it's been expected for a while.