mouse-pocalypse PART DEUX

Well we had a lovely opening night for Eurydice. The show was well received and I'm quite proud of all the work we have done. I'm excited to share it with an audience. Only 5 shows left! It'll be sad to let Eurydice go, I've grown quite fond of her.

But this post isn't about the show. It's about what horrors awaited me upon returning home. Thankfully I had my parents on the phone with me or I would have for sure had a conniption. And, of course, my roommate was at his parents for the weekend. As I walked through my door I said "I hope there's not a dead mouse in here". I removed my coat and scarf and scanned around the kitchen. No mouse in the glue trap, no mouse in the spring trap by the microwave, no mouse in the trap on the....oh no...DEAD MOUSE IN THE TRAP ON THE CUTTING BOARD. My heart skipped a beat. I now had the blood of two mice on my hands. A common household tragedy. I moved the cutting board a bit, the mouse did not move. It was indeed deceased. Mother coaxed me through the triple bagging process, praised me for disposing of the body, and once again assured me that the creature was dead. But I'll leave the traps out, just in case.

So RIP Wallace, or Wallace's sibling or aunt or fellow member of horrific mouse gang. I shall miss your squeaks but not your poops.