I mostly want to post about what we think happened to the little mouse I liberated a few posts ago.
He died.
Or we're pretty sure he died. Becca started smelling something rank in her room, like something had died. A small rodent, perhaps? She thought he died under her dresser since her clothes were starting to smell awful, and demanded I move it and remove the body. (Hee hee...if all anyone read in this post was that line, that would be hilarious. :)) I thought that was reasonable and attempted to do so, but, alas, there wasn't anything there to remove.
She tore apart her room and found the same thing. Or didn't find the same thing, I guess. Plugging up any and all holes in her room at floor-level became the solution. We think he crawled in one of them and promptly died.
So my liberating was all pretty much for nothing. Except that he got a few more days of life. That's good, right? At this point, I've decided I can't really do anything about it and beating myself up about it doesn't help any. I'll probably be sucking up to Becca for the rest of my life because of this...and oh well.
Anyone know a good way to buy off an angry sister with an rank-smelling room?
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That's what you get for showing compassion.
Your transformation into a Republican is complete.
I think a ticket to 'Wicked' in SLC would soothe her anger. And a visit from me, who would be willing to go see 'Wicked' with you in SLC would help. :-)
I agree with Steph! :D
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