"I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT A SITUATION," said Rachel.
Turns out that Apollo had paralyzed a mouse, but not actually killed it. When Rachel realized it was suffering, she knew she had to do something about it...but what? How do you dispatch a mouse without, you know, feeling like you're killing a mouse?
Claire had suggestions. "Put it in the bathtub and throw in a hair dryer," she said. "Put it in a bag and seal it to the exhaust pipe of the car." "Throw it in a bucket with some dry ice." "Handcuff it to Apollo until he assumes responsibility?"
"Put it in an opaque bag and run over it with the car."
Bingo. We have a winner. Rachel put it in a ziploc bag first, for good measure. Contained, concealed, quick, and conclusive.
A few days later I received the following text from Rachel:
"I should tell you...There's a flat dead mouse in a paper bag in the garbage in the garage.
You might want to make sure the trash gets taken out."
Situation resolved. Thanks, sisters.
