Musophobia

A couple of weeks ago, I was taking a little break in a shady garden on my campus when I saw two big, fat, hairy rats. Rats and mice leave me rather indifferent: they don't make me scream, I wouldn't put one on my shoulder, and I ate some rat meat in Thailand but didn't find it particularly good (nor bad). But it would probably have been a nice snapshot if the battery of my point-and-shoot hadn't been dead.
Anyway, here is another shot inspired by these creatures...

The music room