Ada’s apartment comes alive at night. The sounds of Ada snoring, sirens from outside (yes it’s true – in NY there’s always sirens) and the quick scurrying of a small brown mouse that only comes out from hiding when I’m alone.
I keep meaning to buy a mousetrap, but always forget. And, as the evenings go on, I have grown a little fond of this mouse. (Weird I know.)
But before you judge…bare in mind – it’s only one mouse – not mice. There are no mice droppings to be found, so he must be hygienic, and he hasn’t eaten any of my food or clothes. So he must be respectful of other’s property. For these reasons I am reluctant to kill him. And what if the trap falls on him the wrong way, and ends up being a torture devise? But more importantly….Why is he here? Why is he not behaving like a terrifying rodent? And what does he want from me? I think I will call him ‘Splinter’ after the greatest rodent to come out of the 90’s.
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