Bear with me.
My bronchitis has mutated to pneumonia, so I’m gonna keep this one short.
I just had to share a little something I heard earlier this week at my lunch lady job. I love my lunch lady job. Mostly I love the people I work with. They make the job fun.
Anyway, one of my co-workers was talking about a weekend trip she and her husband took to their vacation house up north, and they were checking out the barn when both noticed the stench of decay.
When they looked for the reason, they noticed something had eaten most of the mice that had been caught in the mousetraps. So, my co-worker was understandably nervous, thinking, “Rats? Please don’t be rats.”
But when she told someone about their discovery, she was told that mice have been known to eat the remains of other mice. They’re cannibals.
So, what do I do but sort of blurt out, “That’s probably where the zombie virus will come from.”
I wasn’t totally serious. But she smiled and said, “Ah, so you’re one of those zombie people.”
I’m really not. I mean I watch some zombie shows, and I’ve read some novels with zombies in them, but I’m not a zombie fan-girl. If there is such a thing.
(Is there such a thing?)
But still I was listening to this explanation and thinking, “Ew. Zombie mice.”
Now, I do realize that a tendency to cannibalism doesn’t make a creature a zombie. They also have to be dead. Or mostly dead. Or dead with a side of not-dead.
I’m no expert.
Any thoughts from you on this?
(Other than “Go back to bed and don’t write another blog post until you’re pneumonia-free and your brain has had enough sleep”)