erk ...

... Mr Brown found a dead rat at the bottom of the garden. Since he found it, he had to deal with it. It's no where near the size of the buggers you see down at Chinatown or Town Hall but still, erk.
Also, I went to the doctor this afternoon to have the "thing" on my arm looked at. She measured it and told me to come back in a month. She'll measure it again and, if it has grown, well biopsy and panic I guess. But a MONTH! That's a whole month for me to worry and google and dream up all manner of ghastly arm-related death and disfigurement scenarios.