we did cakes, the year before it was mustaches -- I have settled upon a Halloween theme with which we'll spend the final 13 days of October, but unlike years past this year's choice was anything but random. A weird confluence of skittering rodent incantations seemed to suddenly whisper my name, and so here we are -- for 2020 I will be counting down "The 13 Rats of Halloween." We are in The Year of The Rat after all, and I don't just mean Donald Trump.
I had mostly decided on this theme a few days ago when suddenly I was watching Friday the 13th: Part 2 (on that amazing new blu-ray boxed-set of the entire franchise that just came out) and this scene happened -- with our Final Girl Ginny's hiding place getting the ol' Rattus Interruptus -- confirming it once and for all for me. We're ramblin' rodents this year!
What are your feelings on rats? As a New Yorker I'm pretty used to seeing them, I see them on a near daily basis on the subway tracks -- they don't absolutely terrify me like bugs, which I momentarily considered but... I can't. I can't fill this site with images of bugs, I wouldn't be able to even come here -- but I still wouldn't want a rat, you know, ON ME or anything.
But if there was an insane mass murderer a few feet away wielding a pitchfork with ill intent I like to think that I could probably, even with a rat crawling on me, keep my mouth shut long enough for him to go away. Do I overestimate myself? Oh definitely. I'm a "Person who dies first in a horror movie" if ever there was one. There are no Final Girls around these parts, my friends.