I've made something of a habit of looking for rats on the subway tracks. They're not exactly swarming all over the place; I see one only once every few trips. I'm sort of grimly fascinated by them, and don't recoil, as many do, when I see one scurrying between the rails, stopping to sniff at pieces of refuse in search of food. I track their progress until they're swallowed up by darkness again. They're sort of endearing in a way.
This was before the other day, when I had gotten off of the train was headed toward the turnstile. A medium-sized brown rat came tearing around a corner, dodging people (who were just as enthusiastically dodging him) as he went. As I said, I like rats, but I have learned that I like them from a distance. It seems that I'm not ready to push my relationship with them to the next level.
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