I'm forcing myself to be able to look at rats.
I completely realize that my fear of rats is unreasonable, especially considering I probably live in the rat capital of the world. So a few weeks ago, when I was waiting for a train by myself, I didn't turn away when I saw a rat frolicking in the subway tracks. I looked him dead in the eye.
And then I looked for more. I saw somewhere between two and five. I know there were at least two because I saw them playing a game of tag. My other sightings could have been just those two, over and over again. Hard to say.
Before, I consciously avoided gazing where I thought the rats were lurking. But when Paul and I were waiting for a train together a few weeks ago, we tried to pass the time by having a contest to see who could find the most rats. Alas, our train came before any were spotted.
On Friday, however, when I was actually on the subway, I spied a rat running down the platform. I don't think I'll ever be able to accustom myself to that.