More Mousetrap
This morning I looked down and the pantry mousetrap's green light was not flashing. Fuck. I checked the trap by the oven. Also not blinking. Fuckity fuck. I wanted to weep. Two dead mice? What the hell? Having not yet had breakfast or even coffee I just wanted to crawl under my covers and let someone else deal with it. But then my acquired Catholic guilt kicked in and I made myself check the traps (after donning latex gloves) and readying the body bags. I checked the first trap, the trap by the stove, or the 'trap of death' as I refer to it. No mouse. Weird. I reset the trap and it blinked and then stopped blinking. The hell?
I checked trap two, sure my luck could not hold. Again, no corpse. Instead of relief I felt anger. These damn traps got me all prepared to have to face death and instead I got worked up for nothing.
Maybe it's the batteries. Maybe Kayla was right and they aren't supposed to blink like before. Or maybe the spirit of dead mice have returned to play havoc with my mind. To which I say: knock it off dead mice. I've got enough on my mind without you.