No offense, but this book gave me the heebie-jeebies.
Yes, but there’s a sublime quality to even the most horrific things. Not that I don’t get the heebie-jeebies too. I do.
Why do people hate rats and not squirrels? They’re the same to me.
Tell me about it! Hanging out in an alley with rats gives you a whole new perspective on squirrels. You can’t trust squirrels. They’re just like rats, they’re just not afraid to be out.
You say in the book that rats aren’t that different from us.
I observe these rats, and they come out of their hole, they go to the same place each day to feed and then they go back to their hole for bed. Then I turn around and look at Wall Street, and I see all of these people coming out of holes in the ground, going to breakfast, going into their buildings and then going home. Same thing.
You debunk the one-rat-to-every-New Yorker myth. That’s a relief.
But one rat is a lot of rats when it happens to be in your house.
Speaking of which… If you found a rat in your home, would you squeal and jump on the couch like I would?
I definitely would. I would probably scream and jump faster than anyone.
