Is this a bad omen? I’m riding down Kollwitz Str. today when a big gray rat runs across the street in front of me, apparently gets spooked by my onrushing bicycle of doom, and turns back right into my tires. I swerve a little, and feel a bu-UMP. I look back; it gets up, shakes itself off, and limps off back the way it came.
Apologies here to whatever rat gods are listening. I have no love for rodents, but who wants a visceral thing like that on their karmic record?