before i watched the sopranos last night,

i thought i heard a mouse in a glue trap by the window.

squeaking and maneuvering to survive; to escape its ugly fate.

like mobsters trying to escape a hit.


after an hour with thugs who have no regard for human life, turns out there were two mice glued to the trap's surface.

i threw them into a heavy duty plastic bag and walked to the garbage cans in front of the building, the bag's contours changing as the mice struggled within.

i felt bad about it, but whaddaya gonna do?


originally posted 6/6/07