| I followed my nose and found a dead mouse (March 1999) I followed my nose and found a dead mouse, curled in a corner �neath the kitchen sink, looking like a tuft of fur with a face or a small pile of dust with tiny claws. How alike we are, thought I as I picked up my diminutive former roommate and dropped his carcass into the garbage. I imagined the creature wandering in the darkness, lonely, confused, and with an awful burning spreading through his gut. Reflecting now, I wish that I�d said a prayer before I put him out with the trash. |