Rat bombs! Strap a little nuke to them and whammy!

Me too. In fact, my first thought was (Flowers For) Algernon, which is what I named my white rat I trained in a Skinner fashion for a psych class in college. Sadly I think Algernon became snake food, eventually. I started the adoption process but it was rudely interrupted.

He would crawl up my arm and sit on my shoulder and put his little nose on my cheek. I swear! :blush:

Adding that to the boy's reading list, thanks for the reminder.

It's a great one! Fascinating, start to finish...I bet he loves it.

Good call. I forgot how good that one was.