My recent brush with mouse death in Riverside Park has made me aware that New York City is home to some large, malevolently cheerful, truly terrifying mice. Behold the Mickey Mice, or perhaps I should say, Mickey Mouses of the Upper West Side.
- Big Mickey is watching you
I’ve never been scared of mice, but after an encounter with this fifty cent ride-on Mickey, I’m rethinking my position:
Escape from Arkham Asylum
Just in case you think I’m being paranoid or over-sensitive, take a closer look at this chilling portrait of insanity:
Would you trust a small child to that face?
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Out walking the dog 