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Jane Stephens says RATs have become the equivalent of medical gold and sets out in search of her own little box of treasure.

“Excuse me, but I heard you might have some rats?” In another time, these might have been words uttered only by a health inspector – the kind that put fear in the heart of the most hygienic shopkeeper. But these are strange days and rats are not what they once were.

Rapid Antigen Tests have been as rare as hen’s teeth on the Sunshine Coast and if you are lucky enough to ferret one out, they are priced like something illicit.

A while ago, I was lucky enough to stumble on a two-pack at an IGA. While my hip-pocket panged a bit as I handed over $33 for the small cardboard prism, I felt ready and armed for when COVID-19 darkened my household’s doorstep.

But then a family member got cold symptoms and we gave away our prize. It is what families do for each other, after all.

My household was once again RAT-free.That made me feel edgy and ill-equipped as the reported case numbers in Queensland marched upwards. RATs are the new must-haves. When my beloved and I passed known previous stockists on our after-work walk, I unabashedly fronted the salespeople. To no avail.

Suddenly, reports of infections in and around our work and social circles dribbled in. The trickle became a stream. And I was determined I had to get my mitts on an elusive RAT, come what may.

I can be pretty tenacious when it counts and if there was a RAT to be found in my orbit, by crikey I was going to trap it.

I checked on, the mapped site where people post if they come across the equivalent of medical gold and tell how much they forked out for it. But I found it to be the hunting ground mostly of the southern states.

Social media threads said shops sometimes had stock even when the sign said they didn’t. So I set out in my lunch hour, vowing to travel as far and to as many outlets as time permitted. Ignoring signage, I made five stops, moving on with every shake of the head.

And there they were, sitting atop the checkout counter like little twin soldiers all ready for war. One box per person, now for an eye-watering $35 a pop. I spread word of finding gold. The rush lasted minutes, not hours.

I have never been so glad to have a RAT in my house.


Jane Stephens is a USC journalism lecturer, media commentator and writer.

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