The part of Manhattan where I run (just south of the George Washington Bridge along the Hudson River) is lovely. Because my schedule has some flexibility, I tend not to run during times of day when it's crowded with commuters or other exercisers, so it's a very peaceful and serene place to run.
|My running path yesterday afternoon.|
Inviting, don't you think?
Usually this is no big deal. It's hard to tell a scurrying squirrel apart from a rat in the bushes. However, there is one thing that sets the squirrels apart from the rats, and that is that rats are evidently stupid. I'm basing that on the sheer number of rats I see looking something like this:
|If you think this rat is gross, you should see the ones|
in the subway.
There are fewer of them, now that the weather has turned cold (and also now that there are fewer bikes out on the path - which reminds me: cyclists, seriously? Man up. Get some cold weather gear, a balaclava, some good gloves, and keep on riding). During the summer, I'm not sure there was a single run wherein I didn't see at least one dead rat. To the credit of the park service, often the dead rats I see when I head out on my run are gone by the time I head back. I think they have a group of employees whose sole job it must be to pick up dead rats.
Pretty gross, no? Still, I'd take a rat any day over a roach.