Despite all my rage, I’m still just a rat in a cage

Despite all my rage, I’m still just a rat in a cage
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As I walk around through life I like to ask myself, why?

Every time we take Frankie out we walk by the side of a building with a random assortment of potted plants. The interesting thing is that they are always there. There are no young hoodlums smashing them. There are no jealous gardeners stealing them. They also tend to flourish. Now, in the rain soaked island of Taiwan this may not be too hard, but still someone is looking out for these plants. Coming from the US it amazes me that in a big city (yes, Taipei is a big city) you can still do this.

So, besides the obvious question of why do they leave these outside, I had a second question. Three days ago there was a cage with a rat in it. Frankie smelled it late at night and went crazy. I, half asleep, jumped when I realized what it was. A poor lil rat was trapped in a cage and this got me thinking:

1. Why did they need to capture the rat? Was he eating the plants? How do you know it was this rat?
2. Why is he still there after 3 days? If it was so important to capture him, why is he not disposed of?
3. Do they expect the rats to stop coming now? (the sewer is 1 foot away)
4. How long does it take a rat to starve? And if you are humane enough to use a cage, why do you let him starve?

It just seemed very strange to me for the rat to sit here for so long. Especially, since my dog, baby, and I all pass this spot every day.

FYI: The title of this post comes from the Smashing Pumpkin’s song.

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