The powerful poison of Coke

You'll remember that several weeks ago, I mentioned that we have a new tenant in our cultural center. A rat. Well, the lovely lady decided to die this morning in the women's toilet. We know that the rat is a she for two reasons. One, the Russian word for rat is a feminine word. And two, she decided to die in a place where she felt at home, the ladies. We now know that we have two rats though. Because on Wednesday, Vicki saw them BOTH - and one of them is pregnant, so…. 1+1=35 (well, you know how rats breed…)

Anyway, on to the power of Coke. So Ehud says to me last week that we should try and feed our rats some Coca-Cola. So on Wednesday last week, I left some cups out for our rats… and - well, we don't know if it was the coke or the poison that's been out for weeks, or a combo, but the first one died. Apparently, like birds, rats are unable to expel gas from their systems (e.g. no belching or tooting) so the bubbles in our beloved nectar, kills them.

Maybe I should stop drinking the stuff altogether, but I love it so… (well, pepsi better than coke, but it's all the same in the gut.