a rat

A bit of trivia: Sandy stepped on a rat the other night on our way home from the grocery store. We were in a neighborhood that I certainly don't consider rat-ridden but at least on that evening became rat-trodden. S handled the whole thing calmly and was simply glad she hadn't stepped on a puppy like she first had thought. The rat wasn't as objective about it and ran spastically squeaking down the street.