The Reason I Didn't Sleep in My Own Bed Friday Night: Because I was chased off the subway platform by a man chasing a rat with chicken.

I could tell you the story but that's the most important infomation. Except this question that my friend's boyfriend asked after coming home to their Brooklyn Heights apartment, where I stayed, and being given the above explanation.

He seemed unfased but curious--

"Wait, what kind of chicken?"

So for the record- it was takeout chicken.