Lately The Circus has been infested with rats.
(I just say it like it is, people.)
A few weeks ago, L'il JoJo saw one running into the trash room while a local onlooker looked on in frozen horror, her hands to her cheeks.
The Saturday that I was gone, poor Wee Me, my Saturday baker, who already has vermin phobia, had the pleasure of feeling something furry rub up against her legs. She looked down and then it ran across her foot. In a pair of these no less!
The Bassoonist was talking to some dude who said he thought he saw a cat in the basement. When he came closer to inspect, he realized it was actually a large rat eating a zucchini like an ear of corn.
I approached the Manager of The Circus about the issue.
Him: Are you sure it was r-a-t-s and not m-i-c-e?
Me: Uh, yeah. M-i-c-e don't rub against one's ankles.
Him: Well, I'm actually surprised you didn't notice them sooner. We've had an r-a-t problem since the beginning of the year.
Him: But I am not happy at all that they are now coming upstairs.
Believe me, I've worked in food for a while now. You can't be squeamish when you work in food because where's there's food, there's vermin. But r-a-t-s's? Really makes me think twice about renewing that lease next year.* Thanks Bad Luck. Lo and behold I did a google image search on 'rats eat' and found the pic. And it turns out to be from a local. Yeah, "The Indy" really bit chunks. Good riddance, I say. That bar was a across between a TGI Friday's and an airport bar. Though their wings will be missed.