While I was writing the previous post, Katie came up and said "Could you help me get the mouse out of the trap?" It was one of those enclosed traps, so the mouse was discreetly splayed out with his little back broken. As I dumped him into the trash, I said a few words: "Thanks for being a good mouse and teaching us to keep the kitchen a little cleaner, and while you were a good mouse, you came where you shouldn't have and now you're dead."
I had Katie read the previous post to make sure that she didn't mind having people know about her, shall we say, off-beat sense of humor, and she said, "Well, as long as you don't say, 'When Katie is about to orgasm, she likes to scream the names of major-league baseball players.'"
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