I realized that I have an irrational fear of rats. I did not know there was going to be so much wildlife in this city. One night I was walking home really late, I walked past this huge pile of garbage. And inside one particular trash bag was a whole lot of movement going on -- inside the bag, like real aggressive, but unidentified rustling. I was so frightened, my only thought was, 'Oh my god, I hope that's a baby. Please be a toddler in that bag.' That's how much I hate rats; they make child endangerment comforting.