‘Featuring a darned good “Lutheran Lie”, if I do say so myself’
First thing Monday morning I took part in a nature walk in Central Park. Our little group was listening, rapt, to our leader, an architectural historian no less, when a rat the size of a healthy young chihuahua weaved its way between our collective feet and disappeared under an ornamental shrub.
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Me, the morning after my Close Encounter of the Rattus Kind. (Those are actual dogs frolicking in the background)
No one flinched. Though our leader, after a beat, did say, “They’re okay off-leash until 9:00.” Continue reading