In Manhattan an unsightly ecosystem has emerged. Pigeons, rats, and cockroaches go about their day, benefiting obscenely from our endless excesses and the perpetual supply of waste. In return, all we get for our graciousness is pestilence. To balance the scales requires a judicious surveyance of the creatures with utility and those without. From there we might begin to curate a biome on the island, that is more appealing¹ to the humans, and less so for the beasts.