In Palermo it rains plump mice. Acrobats in the Sicilian capital grumble that mice, who leap rooftop to rooftop, over the run-down city center, have grown too fat to jump and are plummeting into the streets, pelting the car-wash crews and Homecoming-float makers below. Photos show horrified prom queens staring in disbelief down a crippled road lumpy with rodents, gray yams with tails. Frantic drum majorettes weep at bonfires late Wednesday night. By the morning, brigades of responsible mice neighbors hose them all out.

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