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The End of the Mouse

I was in a hurry yesterday when I came home because the handbell group I direct was doing a little concert for a church group. As I turned toward the dining room to hang my jacket on a chair, I stopped dead in my tracks. There on the floor was a dead mouse. I got it! I got it! It’s finally dead! Yay!

Apparently, the mouse finally ate the poison I put out. And now it was lying on its side, dead. It just couldn’t resist the peanut-buttery-smelling goodness.

I picked it up with some tissues so I could flush it, and it was still warm. Eeeeww! Was it still alive? I don’t think so. It’s eye seemed to be staring out lifelessly. I flushed it so it wouldn’t smell up my trash can. Good-bye, mouse. I do not wish you well.

And so at last I've bested you, my nemesis.

10 Comments

  1. Karla

    Couldn’t you have posted a warning about the disturbing photo? Some people can’t handle carnage so early in the morning…

    • Brad

      What do you mean? It’s bloodless death. Not my favorite kind of death, mind you, but still, it should be easy to take with your Frosted Flakes. You could even pretend the mouse is “sleeping”.

      • Karla

        A person can’t pretend something is “sleeping” if they’ve already been told that it’s DEAD… Death doesn’t mix well with oatmeal.

        Carnage is carnage is carnage.

  2. Lauren

    I thought mice had labels on the side that say, “Do Not Flush. Please dispose of in trash receptacle. Or better yet – don’t kill me.”

    • Annette

      Sure, sure, Lauren. But with “Please dispose of in trash receptable,” comes a whole host of other rules before we even think of disposal. You need police and everything!

  3. Michele

    Your dead mouse is still better looking than that microwaved pinky I had to deal with last week!

    • Lloyd

      This is a story I would pay money not to hear.

  4. Beth

    He’s so little. And cute. And I bet he was soft and had tickley little whiskers…
    Poor little guy…

    • Brad

      “tickley little whiskers” hehe…

      You forgot his shiny, sparkly button eyes. …full of evil malice, as he chewed through my birdseed bag and scattered seeds all over the floor and pooped in my sink, leaving misery and disease in his wake.

  5. Deanne

    Congratulations Brad! Won’t it be great when you have a new, sweet kitty to kill and mame those nasty creatures?!!

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