Posted on 05/30/2021 4:20:39 PM PDT by BenLurkin
A shopper was left horrified after spotting a mouse devouring $22.99-a-pound veal inside a butchery display case at a Manhattan Whole Foods supermarket.
Brittany Ellis shared the clip on TikTok Monday, where it has since racked up more than 2.2 million views.
In the footage, Ellis can be heard asking, 'Why is there a mouse?' The rodent can be seen nibbling on a raw slab of osso bucco veal, which retails for a pricey $22.99 per pound.
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NOT about Hunter Biden.
those aren’t chocolate flavored sprinkles...
Oh yeah, NYC is on the rebound. Sure.
The USDA and many others say that you should not wash meats before cooking.
My father worked in several packing plants over the years. My mother worked many food markets and fast food joints over the years. I thoroughly wash and rinse meat.
I wash EVERYTHING I plan on eating before I eat it. The only exception: some of the food I have grown myself. Like peas off the vine, or apples off the tree.
Everything I buy in the store is washed by me. Absolutely everything. That mouse is why.
There is an old adage that fits here: If you can’t see any rats, you have ten. OF you see one, you have one hundred.
It's not just a butcher counter in Manhattan...
I learned about that nasty fact of life back in the 1960’s.
I couldn’t eat Raisinettes, Bit-O-Honeys, Chunkys, Clark Bars or Milky Ways for...I dunno, maybe not for a whole week!
By then I got more Allowance money.
Everyone in that video probably voted for DeBlasio.
Hell the mouse is the smartest one in NYC....
Is a mouse any dirter than a dog or cat.....hell germs are good for your immune system...
Columbus Circle location.
Been there.
Never, again. 🤢 🐀
Yes, a mouse is dirtier than a dog or cat. Rodents urinate and defecate much more often than dogs and cats. If a mouse or rat is in your meat case, it’s probably urinated on a lot of the meat. You just can’t see it.
Maybe if it had stopped by the candy counter to sample the Godiva bonbons...
They call themselves Whole Foods, so they’re technically honest.
[my snakes would be delighted by this by this story, if they could only read...]
They pretty much have no control over bodily functions and it just comes out when it comes out.
Only *once* have I ever seen a rodent “hold it”.
It was my pet rat, Rita and we were visiting my landlady for several hours.
When I left and had barely made it off her back porch, Rita let loose a torrent of pee that was impressive.
I have no idea how that little rat managed to contain it that long when physically, it’s just not normal.
My landlady was so amazed and delighted that Rita was “polite enough to hold on” for all that time.
Maybe she was.
:)
Must say I have read and enjoyed many of your posts during my years on FR.
As soon as I started reading about a pet rat, I guessed who it was before looking. Don’t recall reading about the pet rat before, but somehow I’m not too surprised. :)
OMG, the rat stories.
Therein lies an era of my bizarre life heretofore untouched.
Back in the 80s, I went on crusade to save the mauled, mangled “feeder rats” injured from fighting due to the stress of overcrowding during shipping, every Friday on “delivery day” to the local pet store.
After a few weeks, they feared my coming and simply, silently, gathered up all the “broken rats” and handed them over to me to take home and repair.
The rats had huge habitats that took up the entire spare bedroom.
Fortunately, things changed for the better and pet stores stopped considering them clockwork oranges with no feelings or value, beyond a few bucks a piece, *if* they survived transport.
They are actually lovely, smart and immaculately clean little creatures, full of personality.
Sadly, their lives are tragically short and it hurts too much when their 2 -3 years are over.
Tiny little Rita, in the story, was preggers when I got her.
She was a Hooded Rat, about the size of a tennis ball, with a tail.
She had *14* babies.
Every single one of them grew to massive size as adults and I’m talking 2 pound rats!
I cut out little paper rat shapes and colored them in, like we used to do for AKC dog registrations, so I could tell them apart as babies and keep their names straight.
After a while, people used leave messages with the pet stores for me, or call me at home and ask me to come take rats they couldn’t care for anymore or who were sick.
We didn’t have “rat vets” back then and I was often their last hope.
/I never said I wasn’t crazy
:D
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