I took a morning to explore Pittsburgh with my sketchbook. From the hotel I headed south where there is a park with a large fountain. I didn’t make it as far as the fountain. I decided the large Christmas tree display deserved a sketch. There was a large subway station to my right where several people sat outside to discuss religion. I was seated on a granite ledge that was perhaps 3 feet above the sidewalk.
Thankfully my trench coat blocked much of the cold from the granite seat. There was an evergreen bush planted in the center of the triangular shapes seating area. I noticed one of those black box rat baiting stations at the base of the bush. As I sketched I noticed some motion near the baiting station.
As I was sketching a rather large rat marched right up to me and he tried to leap up onto the granite ledge. I bet he had made that jump thousands of times before but this time he fell short with his front claws scratching the smooth surface. He tried a second and third time. It occurred to me that he might be trying to get another free poison meal from the baiting box. I felt bad for him and considered helping him make the final inch. I thought better of it, and scared him away instead by stomping my foot. As he scurried slowly away weaving a bit side to side, I noticed that his butt was bleeding. He was not going to survive another day. The poison was eating his insides.
Merry Christmas, not a creature was stirring.
