My friend Mary came over [the other night] & managed to misplace her rat in my house. [This wouldn't have been a problem if I didn't have two cats] As they went hunting, Mary & I searched the premises for the little one. We finally found him [before my kitzos got a tooth in him] which was a good thing, but we came upon something else. We found an egg lying on the floor behind my couch. I found this bizarre [& hysterical]. I would love to know how an egg came to live behind my couch. It wasn't cracked. It was completely unscathed. I am still in the dark though on how this egg got back there. I played detective for a little while but didn't come to any conclusions so I left it alone. That will be one answer to be excited about dying for -- assuming that I come to learn everything when I die.