If all goes well tomorrow will be the last day they have to stay in the shelter. I've really loved the opportunity to meet so many great people over the course of this operation, and to have a chance to save so many rats, but I will be SO GLAD when it's all behind me. I'm thinking I might write an article about the experience (including or limiting information about any various people involved as they wish, of course) and pitch it to a few animal welfare magazines. I think it's important for the world to see the best of humanity -- and the way people can go to huge lengths to save the smallest and (for many) least-lovable of animals. Honestly, in a way I suspect part of the reason the shelter has been so baffled about our action (and made so many boneheaded mistakes in the way it was handled with the press and such) is because this sort of thing doesn't happen in Las Cruces. If a similar effort had been mastheaded by someone to save some of those 70 puppies dumped at the shelter in January, things would have worked out much differently and there'd be a lot more happy puppies than dogs slowly growing to adulthood in the overflow housing of the pound.
But anyway. I digress, I'm just feeling oddly pensive about this whole situation today. It's really strange the way things pop up in your life, and how the simple act of answering a phone call can make such an enormous impact in so many lives. The writer in me is definitely inspired by the experience. (incidentally I'm glad that when you google my name, the first hit is still one of my publications....rat-related stories are further down the page XD)
My boyfriend and I were discussing the situation a few days ago. He's always been very supportive of my rats and has never denied me anything that would make me happy, but he's just not a huge rat fan. He's not as scared of them as he was when we first started dating, and he has a few favorites amongst my boys, but overall he's not the type of guy to spend his free time rehoming rodents...and well, that's fair. Anyway, we were talking about it and he said something that really spoke to the core of the situation and public opinion, and explains some of those awful bone-headed comments on all the news stories and whatnot.
He was saying it was hard to grasp the fact that these three rats had been running around loose in a house. That they were, as he called them, "house rats" (aka, wild rats, a rat infestation -- the rats you lay out traps for), and now they're "pet rats", and the notion was a little hard for him to swallow. In his eyes (as well as the eyes of 90% of the people interviewed on the news or posting comments on the online news), if a rat's in a cage, it's a pet rat; if it's running loose, it's a wild rat. So as far as he's concerned (again, like most regular people), his girlfriend just willingly invited three wild rats into the house; of course he'd be a little worried not just for me, but for all of our other pets! It obviously wouldn't occur to him that there's a huge genetic difference, and that these "fancy rats" have been selectively bred for a few hundred years so that they're a completely different breed. There's a difference between taking in a feral cat and a bobcat, and this is the same sort of thing.
Anyway. Like I said, the writer half of my brain is churning away and figuring out how to process this whole experience in a useful way. Don't mind me waxing philosophical over here....