mouse killer

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008 @ 4:07PM

animal lover/ mouse killer

I am responsible for a death. Richie spotted a mouse under my desk, much to my shrieking dismay.  I’m sure I lured him there in the first place with my drawers full of discarded Clif bars that my husband sends to work with me and also the Ding Dongs I’m hiding from my husband.  I could not bring myself to sit at my desk knowing that icky little mouse feet might be scurrying across my own toes.  I could get the plague!  Or hantivirus!  And everybody knows, where you see one mouse, there are many others lurking in the shadows.  So I agreed to let Richie set a trap which promptly caught said mouse.  The minute I saw him, his tiny little neck snapped in the trap, my heart sank.  He was such a cute little thing-all furrry and whiskers and whatnot.  I am an animal lover, always have been.  I’ve even been one of those ‘activist’ animal lovers- getting involved in causes like Best Friends Animal Sanctuary.  Rallying X96 listeners to participate in Strut your Mutt, Dare to Wear Black Ball and countless Super Adoption events.  I’ve even won an award for “Best Media Representative for Animals”...yet what trumps all of that is my stupid, girly fear of mice.  I am a hypocrite.  I am ashamed.  My wussiness killed a mouse.