Friday, November 17, 2000
A rat humped my heel today.

My coworker, her eldest daughter and I were walking to the train station after work when I heard screams that shot straight into my eardrum. The two scampered back a few feet and continue to holler. I looked to my left and saw the cause of the commotion.

A big assed well-fed rat.

It turned its head and glared directly at the two crazy women screaming to high heaven. I doubled over in hysterics. Then I felt something hit my right heel.

Bump. Bump. Bump.

I turned around and saw another rat trying to join the first rat at the back of some restaurant. Second rat wasn’t succeeding because it kept running into my boot like a dense cartoon character running into a wall repeatedly trying to get to the other side.

The second one was just as big, bad and ugly as its friend. The daughter claimed she saw a third one. They hollered some more. Their hollering got me jumping too. I couldn’t tell if they were screaming at the rat staring at them or the one by my foot.

This is why one should not wear sandals or open-toed shoes in NYC. You may never know what might be snapping at your toes.  >.<

I told Evil Emperor Dude later about the rats. He asked me if I tried to stomp on one just like I did to the mouse in my office last summer.

D00d, I wouldn’t attempt to stomp on something that is bigger than my foot.

[originally published on Geocities]