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Rats I live in a lovely large city and my husband's primary mode of transportation is his bike. He rides everywhere, including through a lovely city park on the way to the gym. Lately he's been sharing the lovely bike path in the lovely city park with rats. Lovely. He rides after dark, and more and more rats are scurrying under foot, or under pedal to be more accurate. His route is through a populated, nice part of the city. These are well-heeled rodents who dine on gourmet garbage. They are lurking just beyond the nicely landscaped path with their beady little eyes and skinny long tails, waiting to play a game of chicken with passing cyclists. They are gutsy guys, daring each other to sprint under his bike as he rides by. They cheer each other on, and my husband can hear them squeeling from the dark and hidden sidelines. Since I know he won't give up riding his bike, I think it's perfectly reasonable to request him to wear steel-toed high boots, or anything to put a barrier between him and the rodents' sharp teeth and claws. He declines. "But what if you feel one?!" I ask. "I already have," he tells me. He felt it as he unintentionally hit a rat with his speeding bike. Twice. Road kill on the bike path! That's my spooky Halloween story for you. And it's true-oooooooooo. Think of it the next time you go on a moonlit stroll with your sweetie. That tingly feeling might not be from lovers in love, but from creepy little rat feet runnng across yours. Don't say you weren't warned. Wahhahahaha! Happy Halloween. 9:41 AM - Oct. 31, 2006 - post comment
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