Trash day never looked so dire as it did outside 213 East 10th Street this morning. Grody! Bedbugs ahoy!

Or, maybe, this some sort of brilliant disposal ploy—instead of creepy-crawley futon covers, maybe the trash is stuffed with underage condom-free Czech porn, unshredded financial documents, and a thousand review copies of Slate culture gal Meghan O'Rourke's latest volume of verse?