Psycho Rat

Living in New York City, rats become a common sight. Usually I see them from afar, mostly from the safe height of the subway platform. But last night, I encountered a psychotic rat.

It was after work, and Edwin, my friend Gerald, and I were walking from my apartment to Gerald’s place for dinner. Now, to get from my place to Gerald’s, I have to walk up a street undergoing massive construction. As a result, all sorts of things are getting uncovered – including rats.

As we reached the corner of Wall and William, a rat ran across the sidewalk, attempting to jump into the hole that construction had left in the street. However, in its hurry, the rat ran straight into Gerald’s foot, bounced off slightly dazed, then proceeded to run the rest of the way into the construction site.

Gerald jumped, I screamed, and Edwin started laughing. I never thought I would be the type to scream at a rat, but now I know my true nature. And the rat was scurrying around like it couldn’t see out of one eye.

On the way home, I saw the same rat making its rounds on the same sidewalk corner. Scared, I hurried past the spot. Psycho Rat, I will forever remember you. And so will Gerald, as he can still feel the tingle of your teeny paws on his right foot.