Rat. Dead in the trap. That is that. And a giant rat at that. Now barking dogs. Three in the morning. Something’s up. It’s the middle of the night. You tiptoe out on the porch. A surreal world awaits. Nighttime lit by a streetlight. Above, a conglomeration of stars. Nobody around. Neighbors sleeping in dark houses. All is quiet. Except for an eighteen-wheeler in the distance. And there it is. Bigger than a breadbox. Bigger than a rat. Bigger than a ca ...