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02/08/2004: "Casualty"

I went into Bible study on Saturday morning, into the kitchen, and as I got myself a cup of coffee, I looked behind the recycling bucket. The mousetrap was overturned, and I saw alittle glimpse of furry white belly under it. Caught one. Of course, the guy were there, already talking, so I couldn't really dispose of it then. We went into the library, by and by, to talk about Methodism, but part of my mind was still on the dead mouse, back there. An hour of study, then back to the kitchen. The last guy lingered, talking about church business for another twenty minutes. I wonder how soon they start to smell. Finally, I'm alone. Work to do. I get a dustpan and brush. No actual contact. Unclean. A black garbage bag for a shroud. Outside, with the rest of the trash. All gone.