Well, rabies wasn’t on my 2026 Bingo card and now I’m foaming at the mouth
It’s been quite a year — missiles, terror, Jew hatred all over the world, extremist attacks against Christians and Muslims in Israel, hantavirus, perpetual and exhausting war, Roger, Greta, Tucker, looming elections, chocolate hummus, apocalypse… It’s A LOT, but I’ve rolled with it… but you know what WASN’T on my bingo card for 2026?
As in Ol’ Yeller and that crazy blonde patient from Scrubs.
There was a confirmed rabies case near my house this week.
Just one poor dog who lived around the corner.
And because I am a calm, rational adult woman living in Israel in 2026, I reacted with the measured restraint for which I am known.
I lost my entire mind.
Within minutes I was sending frantic WhatsApp messages in ALL CAPS.
DID ANYONE SEE THE DOG? WHAT COLOR WAS IT? WHERE EXACTLY WAS IT AT 7:32 A.M. ON TUESDAY? COULD IT HAVE PASSED BY MY HOUSE? COULD IT HAVE LOOKED AT MY HOUSE? COULD IT HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT MY HOUSE?
Soon I was deep in Google.
By midnight I had become an amateur epidemiologist.
By one in the morning I was reading veterinary journals.
By two I was studying transmission pathways.
By three I was examining case studies from countries I have never visited involving animals I have never encountered.
By four I was howling at the moon.
I have never worked this hard on anything I was actually paid to do.
At some point I called the health authorities. I........
