Deep dish is the only real pizza. Newyork-style is now illegal in all 57 states.

Is it just me or does that little farker have a sense of urgency in devouring the slice? Somebody might take it from him after all.

Love the comment about the squirrel not folding his slice.

Whichever end has the peanut butter?

JerseyTim: Love the comment about the squirrel not folding his slice.

I laughed at first. But the more I read TFA's comments, the more I wanted to raze Newyork and rebuild it on Pluto and then deport all newyorkians to that place. Sorta like Star Trek Insurrection, that was a good film.

Depends on how hurried they are.

I would expect a squirrel to eat the cheese first, and then the crust if they can. The cheese is full of fat, protein, salt, etc., and you never know when your meal will be interrupted by some pest or other. However, given the thickness of a piece of pizza relative to a squirrel's mouth, they may have to nibble from the tip, as shown in the photo, and not be too fussy about cheese or crust.

It's a great photograph and I have bookmarked it. It should make good wallpaper when I have tired of the photo of a tiny Madagascar chameleon standing on the head of a matchstick which I got from the science news.

Most animals instinctively begin with the most nutritious part of the meal. If they aren't likely to be driven away from their meal, they may unlearn this habit and just eat the closest or easiest bit.

A wolf, for example, will eat the best bits of the kill first. The British philosopher Samuel Butler makes a note of this in his Notebooks and suggests that you eat the best grapes first ("eat the grapes downwards"). A lot of people will eat their meal the same way if they are the type that eats one portion and then the next rather than taking bites from each different food on the plate.

WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF THE SCAVENGING OF A CARCASS
A carcass in the wild will be predated in a fairly sensible, probabilistic order, starting with the bits that can be predated easiest and by the quickest on the uptake predators and scavengers.

Eyeballs will be pecked out by crows, which will also eat easy to peck off bits (soft bits, such as testicles). Rats will go into the carcass via mouth and anus to eat the soft bits. The belly is most vulnerable to animals that can't crush bone or gnaw the tough, thick hide. Predators and large scavengers will protect the carcass against smaller predators and scavengers until they have eaten their fill or the bits that they can bite off or chew. When the carcass has been finally stripped clean of meat and offal by the larger animals, ants and other small scavengers will work on whatever tiny bits are left. Finally, the bones and hide will be chewed by everything from foxes to mice and insects which need the minerals and the keratin (useful for making insect exoskeletons, hair, skin and other structural tissues). If a deer falls in a forest, many creatures will see, hear, smell or taste the opportunities presented, and it is likely to be striped down faster and more totally than a luxury car parked on the wrong street for several nights running.

This is why fossils of certain types of animal, such as early human ancestors, are very rare and why you seldom find moose or deer antlers in the forest, although they are discarded every year by dozens of moose in any given territory inhabited by winter herds of females and calves.

I am a pretty good urban naturalist. I keep my eyes open and see all kinds of interesting things that other people miss by not being on the street at 3:00 a.m. or by not paying attention to birds and animals while they are gabbing away in endless, pointless cell phone conversations with every person they know within their calling range.

natazha: I laugh every time I walk my greyhounds past the Little Caesar's. If there's a slice on the sidewalk, they'll sniff it and walk away.

Greyhounds, the (anorexic) super-models of the dog world. Turn their noses up at a steak if it's not hand-cut into tiny ornamental bits or émincé de veau.

They and their smaller brethren, the whippits were breed as kitchen dogs. They were turnspits. Literally, they ran on little "hamster" wheels to turn the spits on which cuts of meat, fowl or large fish were roasted in the ovens of Europe. They were bred to run, run, run. Their only thought is the run way and to shudder at your vulgarity. The supermodels are nearly as bad.

Their ultra-thin, super-athletic bodies are the result of natural and unnatural selection for constant exercise and the need for speed when chasing rabbits, real or imaginary, and not being fed very well. Perhaps they simply lost their appetites after being exposed to the smell of unobtainable roasting meat for centuries.

I, Brantgoose, know more old-timey crap than John Swartzewelder, the famous reclusive Simpsons writer. How this is possible, nobody knows, as it was true well before the invention of Netscape 1.0. I could fill a series of books with things I know about life before 1900, just writing off the top of my head. Maybe I could do a book for each century from 1500 to 1900, or possibly go back into the Middle Ages or Ancient Times.

It's like I am a sponge for odd details of life and lore. It's a pity I don't have the patience to sit down and write historical novels, because I could really make history come alive if I had any interest in romance, plotting, the fate of my characters, or warfare.