You know, if true, there's something poetically just, almost allegorical about this:

Editorial staffers on the third and fourth floors of the paper's new Eighth Avenue building are gagging on the smell of dead mice trapped in the vents, an insider tells us. Now, the ad sales department is desperately trying to avoid a similarly stinky situation as vermin run through their offices.

Funny, usually rats flee sinking ships.

Holy Ratatouille, more rodent news! Are they sure these weren't rats? Some may argue that the building has long been occupied by rats.

How can they tell the difference in the stench of dead rodents and the stench of their own "news"?

Hmm, no wonder researchers are using rat brains... the rodents got trapped in the building, the NYT staffers are capable of coming and going, yet keep coming back.