Above is pictured a mouse that I murdered with poison. I wanted an old fashioned trap as it seemed more humane, but couldn't find one anywhere.
The mouses mate (not pictured above) was wiser and became immune to the poison. But in the end the second mouse didn't get the cheese either, instead he got Wilmer's tennis shoe crushing down on his head. It squirmed there for a while till its death. I felt no pity. No one shall feel pity on our...
horrifying planet.
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