Account Deleted By User The last time I posted on here it was to recount the story of my first real experience with a truly gigantic hamplanet (two of them in fact!) and since then I've been noticing more and more fats in my once fit paradise. This story just happened yesterday and I needed an entire night just to process exactly what happened.  So, I own a pet rat named Dandelion (for he is the greatest bard in all the land) and I love to take him out on adventures with me to keep my little dude in shape. I'm blessed with the good fortune to live near several nice parks with the closest being a leisurely 5 minute stroll from my apartment. So I pop Dandelion in my hoodie pocket or on my shoulder with his harness and I take him to play in the grass at the park. I'm well aware that a lot of people have a strong aversion to rodents so I'm always polite and keep my distance from people and give them warnings so no one is taken by surprise and up until yesterday I've never had a problem, in fact lots of people find it really novel that I take my rat out for walks.  We had just finished walking around the pond and I was sitting at a wooden picnic table reading with my ratty boy napping against the outside of my arm. Suddenly I see a planet rising over the horizon, what I believe was a former female and absolutely enormous, I'd say 400-ish pounds, with the tell tale off color beetus legs. As per usual I call over and warn the butterbeast I've got a rat with me, it doesn't stop so I assume she isn't bothered by it and go back to reading. In the half an ice age it took for the beetus demon to reach the table I had gotten reabsorbed in my book until a shadow fell across me and what happened next played out almost exactly like a comedy sketch except in the moment it was terrifying. The ham looked down at my rat, who had gotten up on his haunches to greet this stranger, and let out an otherworldly sound that was somehow both a bellow and a shriek simultaneously and slammed its rotten hoof down with the intent to smash my rat. I snatched Dandelion out of the way and responded with a level headed "WHAT THE FUCK YOU CRAZY BITCH?!" It started screaming about how filthy and disgusting it is that I allowed my rat to sit on the table (an outdoor picnic table with visible bird crap on it), how rats carry diseases and parasites (coming from a diseased parasite) and how I was taking up the table when she needed it sooooo much more due to condishuns (it was a double sided picnic table and there was another table a staggering 15 feet further away).  She then threatened to call the police for having my rat in the park even though it's not against any of the park rules and he was clearly on a leash. Looking back on it now I'm so angry that I want to rewind back to that moment and knock her rotten teeth out with my book but in the heat of things I was shocked and 1/5th the size of this earthquake on legs and Dandelion was crying so I just left. Day out ruined, rat traumatized, and I'm left baffled. tl;dr: Stupid ham tries to kill my rat, verbally abuses me, accuses my rat of carrying diseases while it is itself riddled with beetus Edit: spelling, didn't have my glasses on while writing this formatting, paragraphs have been retroactively created now that the rage at the time of writing has cooled a bit