Gilbert, being a Kurt Russell terrier, is a natural ratter.

I saw a travel show once where they went to a restaurant that had a cage full of snakes that people picked from, like you would a lobster, and after I saw the host and their fellow patrons eat one I have to admit I kinda wanted to try snake. Now I have this weird feeling that the only thing you have to do to get me to eat something is to put it on display and give me a choice. I’m not proud of it.

Here’s hoping I never end up in a fine dining establishment with a tank full of mirrors.

Have a great weekend, you loopy linguists!