I smell a rat…(not for the squeemish)
Last week, on a leisurly stroll to the L train I came upon one of the most disturbing pieces of litter I’ve ever seen–even by Williamsburg standards. Someone had dumped their old mattress on the street. It was so old that one might have mistaken it for a futon, because you know, mattresses aren’t supposed to fold in half. Someone had cut the mattress across its middle exposing its springs and…RATS!!! How do I know there were rats inside you ask. Well, within a 5 foot radius around the rat’s nest were up to three squashed rodents. AGH! BLEH! Good morning! It’s been at least 7 days and the mattress is still sitting on N4th b/t Berry and Wythe waiting for it’s next tenants perhaps?