Lol. Most rats are much smaller than mine. Jekyll and Hyde are abnormally large, with a good 11-12 inches of body and another 8 of tail. The Pesticles are both a bit smaller, Willoughby is about the same size and Darcy is still tiny (read: normal). Jekyll and Hyde had a huge father, but I think whatever I feed them may be a contributing factor, as Squishy and Darty both had small and slender parents and have outgrown their siblings by a fair margin. Willoughby was quite small when I got him, but at 9 months he should have been fully grown. Then I fed him up and he grew in all directions.
As for pooping, it's not too bad. They poop a little whilst getting used to you, but mine are pretty well trained and will only poop in the cage (usually in the litter tray or one of their other designated spots), or on my holding towels. I have a little hamster litter tray with a scoop that I use when holding them, so I don't have to leave the poop on me. They'll only poo somewhere else if they are really frightened (like bathtime) or really desperate. Traces of urine are generally more common. Again, holding towels + rat designated hoodies. :p
My mum took Hyde into the hospital for me. Turns out the vet will have to shave his back and staple the collar into his skin to stop him ripping it off. :( I know she is a really great, experienced rat vet and will always do right by my boys (whom she loves), but it just sounds so barbaric.
On the plus side, two hours later, my essay is much better.
Last night, I had a dream in which I was Batman and Harry Potter rolled into one (yes, I do dream that I'm a guy). I had to fight Voldemort whilst evacuating Gotham Hogwarts through a time rift because Voldy had also unleashed a giant snail that absorbed people's life force into them. I died, but Catwoman, Commissioner Gordon, Ron and Hermione managed to get most people out, and I took Voldemort and apparently the entire universe with me. Unfortunately, my death caused my parents to divorce, my multitude of siblings to hate my parents, and my dad to grow a bikie beard and become an alcoholic.
I know the Batman came from my exhausted self reading comics before sleeping, the bikie beard came from watching the Biggest Loser, the alcoholism, divorce and parental hatred came from reading an article in the Woman's Weekly, and the time rift came from Doctor Who, but I cannot think why I also dreamt about Harry Potter. I haven't read it in ages and I don't recall thinking of it that much recently.