I’ve never had a rat, never chased one. I chase my own tail and that’s enough. I must now make plans for the day I catch — Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
I’ve never had a rat, never chased one. I chase my own tail and that’s enough. I must now make plans for the day I catch — Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
I’ve never had a rat, never chased one. I chase my own tail and that’s enough. I must now make plans for the day I catch — Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
I’ve never had a rat, never chased one. I chase my own tail and that’s enough. I must now make plans for the day I catch — Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
I’ve never had a rat, never chased one. I chase my own tail and that’s enough. I must now make plans for the day I catch — Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
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I’ve never had a rat, never chased one. I chase my own tail and that’s enough. I must now make plans for the day I catch it.

— Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
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