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Me and Stella (my giant pouched rat) got woken up at 4:30 this morning by a fire drill. Well, she was pretty pissed at getting dragged downstairs for nothing, and she kind of flipped out in the elevator on the way back up. She was in a cat carrier, of course, so she couldn't really hurt anyone, but she was jamming her nose through the bars, biting stuff, and stamping her feet. There was this guy standing across from me with tattoos all over his arms--the sort of dude you wouldn't expect to be afraid of an innocent wee pouchie--but he didn't take his eyes off her. He was all scrunched up in the corner, all "oh no! It's a scary animal!", and Stella was all "Kill! Kill! Kill!", and I was all "ha, ha!". Yeah. Anyway. You'd have thought she was really the size I drew her in this cartoon, the way this dude was looking at her. She's really a cute little critter, though. Harmless. Well, she bites, but apart from THAT, she's harmless.