Last night, as I walked down into the 14th Street F station, I saw a rat scampering across the platform. I gasped, and before I could put the hiccup sound on the end of my gasp, a man kicked the rat over the tracks. The rat went flying and hit the wall with a thud as the train pulled into the station. Now, I don’t know what became of that rat, nor do I care. I do care, however, that it caused me to have rat-infested nightmares.