It did. I was walking the dogs tonight, and everyone had set their trash out on the sidewalk for pickup tomorrow morning. On late, warm nights when the trash has been put out, I've occasionally seen rats scurry from buildings and across the sidewalk to the trash bags and bins that sit curbside. But never too up close. And certainly never so up close that the fucking rat ran smack into my foot. I sort of yelped and did a little awkward jig, and the rat ran back towards the building and down the stairs to the basement. For those trying to do a little mental mock up at home, it was a big rat, such that I felt it on the side of my foot and ankle.
Walking back down the block towards our home, Oprah stopped to sniff at something. I tugged at her leash and said, "c'mon, I'm scared." She could identify with that.
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I had that happen once near Laura's old apartment on 22nd street. But that rat ran under my foot. I felt it's bones crunch slightly. But by the time I stumbled and managed to look around, it was gone.
eesh.
If my rat had run underfoot, it might have carried me off into the trash cans. It was that big. Honest.
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