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Silence of the mice

He had a good life. I think.
He had a good life. I think.

Daughter DMed me last night, somewhat unhappy. Her mother (aka: the wife) doesn’t want anything to do with mice. Her brother (aka: the son) doesn’t want anything to do with mice.

Alas, there was a mouse caught in a trap. With me on the road, it fell to Casey …

“What do I do?” she asked.

“Get a garbage bag,” I said. “Open it on the floor. Then scoop the mouse up with a shovel and dump it in.”

“But it’s caught in the trap,” Casey said.

“So?” I asked.

“How do I get the trap off?” she replied.

I laughed.

A lot.

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