One of our faithful readers sent this picture in today.
By the way, I love getting pictures from the people. It's just further proof that our pest friends are everywhere we go. Plus it saves me from having to go to the Fotomat (r) to get my film developed.
This was on the stairs to the train. The stairs give you an idea of size. Its death could be natural causes, or maybe some rodenticide that floats around in the subway system, or perhaps even some blunt force trauma from an encounter with a larger being, or maybe even that bad smack that's been going around the east village lately.
In any case, dead rats remind us of live rats, of pests in general, of the reality of death, and of the fact that it's 2015 and these things are still thriving in the most advanced city in the world.
They also remind us not to walk around barefoot.
Ew york city will be back tomorrow, and maybe Friday.
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