Think I Got 'Em

Houdini, that is. Stuck again on new sheets of sticky papers. Passed last night after much screaming and struggling. This morning he appeared to be at an eternal rest, curled to one side, eyes closed. Before it was all over with I actually felt sorry for the little guy just tryin' to survive, just tryin' to get along against the odds to do his little mouse thing of finding food and warmth. I looked at his little contorted mouse body this morning and felt like a horrible person for having done him in.

I hope he was the last one.

This mouse murder business is a real holiday buzz-kill.