I suggest to Ta Day Saa that she apply some Ben-Gay to his poor little red a$$......it really inproves the flavor of stale rice :)
The funny thing about the rice is how it brings back memories.
Where my grandparents lived in a semi rural area, there were a lot of feral cats and stray dogs. My grand dad would take the lead out of shotgun shells and replace it with rocksalt and brown rice with the hulls on it. One blast with that mixture brought about an incredible behavioral change. The blasted creatures would run to the section of land before stopping. They never came back.