How I Joined the Rat Race
In college, a common student icebreaker is a game called “two truths and a lie.” A lucid memory of playing this game stands out for me: a very sweet and quiet friend had written down her three “facts,” one of which was that she had “fancy rats” for pets. I couldn’t understand how my docile friend could tolerate rats at all, much less “pet” rats. Surely, that must have been the lie, right?
Fast-forward a few years, and I am now happily working at the NIH in a position where rats are an integral part of what I do.