Mouse 7 October 31, 2012
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Yesterday, after the hurricane scare, I noticed that—at long last—I could no longer smell the dead mouse in the kitchen.
I rarely see mouse droppings anymore.
The killings have gradually slowed from more than one per day to about one per day to one every couplethree days.
There was one yesterday.
When I stare at their lifeless mouse bodies, I feel, oddly, nothing. I have built that brick wall around my heart.
It is so much less disturbing than discovering them drowned in the soapy dishwater.
Route 153 
Ew. That last sentence. Shocking!
Scary, isn’t it, how quickly we become inured to horror.
I am lucky. Dean spirits dead mice away and I never have to see them. I guess it means I need to keep him.