I was a psych major in college and I actually owned two white lab rats. I had to train them and I took them home so that's just kind of missing for me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
What tipped the scales was that psychology involved working with rats.
I actually don't mind rats at all. I kind of think they're quite cute, but that's just me.
I am not a fan of rats or pigeons. In New York City, they have become very confident. When I was a child, you went on the subways, and the rats would stay down on the tracks, but now they hang out on the platform.
Rodents can come across as being quite vacant in the personality stakes.
I hate rats. I had a pet rat to try and overcome it. I even gave him mouth-to mouth resuscitation when he had a heart attack. But I couldn't conquer it.
We spent most of our life almost like street rats just running around the street until we were ten years old.
I did several interesting jobs, working in restaurants, I worked at a lab rat farm, feeding and watering all these rats. Then I got a full-time job as a technical writer for a large scientific research laboratory.
I do feel like by buying rats from a pet store, you are saving them because if not, they would get fed to a snake or something.
I'm deathly afraid of rats.
I have a psychology degree, but I was a real theater rat.