Halloween has decided to show its' face a little earlier than expected on WWU's campus...
It all began Friday afternoon. My roommate, being the wonderful caring person that she is, was going to give me a ride down to Haggen before leaving to her hometown, Seattle. Me, my roommate, and a next-door neighbor piled into her little Sudan. I was in the front seat, waiting for Roomie Dearest to start the car. While casually chatting to the neighbor in the backseat, I noticed something furry on the bottom right-hand corner, outside of the window shield. Being the curious cat I am, I asked my roommate, “Hey, what is that?” motioning my head in the direction of the unknown object.
“I don’t know… Caitlin, what is that?”
It was a few of these questions repeated back and forth between the two of us until I slowly came to the dreaded realization- There, on the bottom right hand corner of my faithful roommates car, was a dead, headless rat.
Fairly soon all three of us were screaming. Arms were flailing and heads were turning between us, freaked out of our minds, girls. It felt as if forever had passed until I came to my senses and scrambled for the door handle, still waving my arms and yelling like a crazy person in the Ridgeway parking lot.
“How the heck did a headless rat end up on your car?” I asked my roommate, breathless, and with sore windpipes to boot. Possible theories were exchanged, as a very brave passer-by poked the rat with a stick, flung it onto the pavement, and examined it with great intrigue.
It seemed highly unlikely that anyone would have voluntarily picked up the rat and placed it on her car, and as far as Roomie knew, no one had a vendetta out for her. My fellow roommate parks her car all the way out on South campus, just before the health center, in front of a metal chain-link fence set on the backdrop of a “forest.” The most logical explanation- an owl could have bitten the poor rats head off, plopped it onto Roomie’s car, and decide that he just wasn’t in the mood for rat that fine evening.
So, it may not be the work of Halloween entirely itself, but the fact that there is no valid explanation as to why the heck there was a headless rat on my poor roommates car, is pretty dang creepy to me-(not to mention gross).

May your plastic pumpkins be forever filled with goodies, your costumes up-to- par scary, and heaven forbid anyone should have to smell your feet before giving you something good to eat.
Happy Halloween,
Caitlin