Of Mice and Men

This morning, I stumbled into my kitchen, ready for work early, to get something to eat so I could have breakfast and read my newspaper before going to work. I was impressed with my morning accomplishments and looking forward to reading article #7,532 on these never-ending elections.

I walked into the kitchen and saw ... a small dead mouse on the floor. My roommates had all already left (the benefits of being a copy editor) and would all be gone through Shavuot.

I walked straight out of the kitchen, trying to think of a way I could avoid dealing with the mouse. I thought maybe I made it up. Maybe it wasn't there. Maybe it wasn't really a mouse. I peeked back into the kitchen to confirm that I wasn't making it up -- and that it had a tail.

I called a friend for a pep talk. She freaked out and advised that I should try to find a boy. I suggested that this was as good a reason as any to get married. (Cue gender issues.) She stayed on the phone with me as I used newspaper (the sports section) to sweep the thing into a plastic bag.

So, yes, girls can do anything boys can do, but I'm not sure why we'd want to.

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