Last night, while eating at the local Wendys (unbelievable that we even have one in our little town, considering other larger cities in Indonesia do not), we spotted a rat running along the ledge above our heads. It delicately balanced and spryly walked along, stopping every few feet to gawk at us, nose twitching as if it were calculating an all out jump onto our table.
You know you’ve lived a while in Indonesia, when, instead of running away, we all jumped up to take pictures. Is there something wrong with this picture?
