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Me tooooo!! 😂 We need a clip of just that part, so I can show it to everyone!

Bien sur. It's French after all.

Never ever look near the corner next to the wall of the side of The Mississippi River too closely at night when at the Cafe Du Monde. In fact, stay away from that whole side of the wall and closer to Jackson Square. Whatever you do, don’t shine a light against it. I saw movement once during a trip there. And then made the mistake of shining a cell phone light toward that movement. I spotted a rat (not a nutria or anything of the like…but a RAT) the size of a “regular” (not a “Tea Cup”) Chihuahua (ar least). I’m fairly certain it was eating the head of a mouse. I was scared for mode. And mind you, I had rats in my classroom. Vermin don’t scare me. I think most are cute. But this…THING. I don’t know how to even begin to explain it. It was a beast that would have beheaded Shredder and all his mutant terpian buddies with one whip of its tail. It was a beast that would terrify the wolf in The Nenerending Story. Had the princess seen that rat, she’d have told Atreyu not to bother rebuilding the world with light-or whatever. She’d tell him to let it burn, let them all burn into nothingness. I swear to you that you could see its muscles moving, rippling, under its fur as it kneaded at a little mouse ear. I didn’t scream. I was too terrified to scream. I sat there, paralyzed, body and mind suspended in terror. I said nothing after it half lumbered/half scurried/ half walk in their weird hybrid way…three steps on TWO LEGS. I just finished my Beignet and coffe and promptly obtained another Hurricane before saying a word after we left. Then I sat down on the curb, chugged said Hurricane and cried about the nightmares I knew I’d have (because that is what you do in New Orleans. Drink and later have weird dreams). Just to emphasize how awful that was…I’m from the Southern Appalachians. I’ve been on trails, THE AT where, despite being a huge skeptic on anything religion/supernatural, I know I heard someone call my name and acted like “No I didn’t,” and went on with my life, kept walking. Shook it off. But…That…THING at the Cage Du Monde. I’ll have l nightmares tonight from thinking about it. It’s little hands were so human like and it’s eyes glowed red and then green as it turned it’s head and made direct fucking eye contact…like it knew my name. I can tell you then and there and always …that was no normal damn rat. “That was a rat with entrails that some Voo-doo (No, worse-Hoo-Doo) Queen does some sick fuckery with.” -a direct quote from my proper, genteel Southern godmother, a native of the NOLA area. She was the only other person to have seen it as well. It shook her too. No one else quite believes us as to how…horrifically awful it was-not to this day. And again, may I remind you, I had two class room pet rats (by the names of Orville and Wilbur-guess what state I’m from- who rode around on my shoulder while I tight 7th l Grader . So again, rats don’t scare me. Hell, I taught 13 year olds…not much scares me at all. But the “rat” (or “Flesh Pedestrian”-aka Skin W@lker-parading around as a rat at the Cafe DuMonde) terrified me. Sorry? Any time someone says Beignet or brings that place up, I have flashbacks and feel the need to share my trauma. Then I had another drink (just like I am going to do right now). Then drank some more and probably cried…and maybe flash someone for some beards. All that being said, I did see a Nutria the size of a small Beagle at the New Orleans airport the next trip. It was less terrifying and I thought about petting it. That was how terrifying that damn rat was… I would pet its bigger cousin.

@ did you make this up or is this a reference to something

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