@pluralistic My favorite personal rat story from NY happened late at night. I had to save a screaming woman trapped inside a fenced-off trash bin area as scores of rats swarmed the ground below her. She was standing on a broken chair, and trying unsuccessfully to climb over the fence. With great effort, I was able to help her over from the rat-free side by letting her climb on me like a ladder. When I got her to safety, she offered me sex. I declined.
@pluralistic
As one who often had to go out early in the morning for photo shoots, I have more than a few NYC rat stories. Often I'd see them boldly scurrying down the subway stairs only a dozen feet in front of commuters. shudders
@xerophile@pluralistic
I can see that. It's what one sees. Reminds me of an incident where a pigeon was taken by a peregrine falcon about 50 feet out from a balcony we were sitting on. The city born and raised lady next to me was horrified by it. I then taught her about the cycles of nature, life and death in the wild, etc. I was surprised she hadn't seen it happen before. She had a nice Central Park view, and had been there decades. ...
@xerophile@pluralistic
... I mostly grew up in rural Eastern Long Island in a house in the middle of a woods so I knew nature a bit better. I only had to cross one road to encounter an active farm field, but the area was was evolving into mostly a resort community for NYC when I was there in the 1970s. The farm field has now sprouted houses and McMansions. McMansions are evil despoilers of land and killers of souls. .,.
Add comment