In the four years after James Herbert’s The Rats, every critter got a turn at the all-you-can-eat human-meat buffet. Authors reveled in an escalating arms race to find new creatures—bees, alligators, fire ants!—that could tear us apart like chicken wings. A mere year after his public-health-scare screed Rabid, David Anne thought he had a winner in The Folly (1978). What man could contain his screams when confronted with killer rabbits?
