On Thursday morning I biked down to Little Italy to catch up with Justine at the Cafetal Social Club on Mott Street. We were sitting outside chatting at a table when one of the older Italian guys that hangs out there all day spotted a baby rat right near our table. He walked over our way, and then without any warning he beat the rat to death with the broom he was holding and then proudly smiled at us. Hahaha.
