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Crunch-Squish

Last night.

11pm.

Bare feet.

Step outside to put out the cat...

Feel a cold wetness.

Hear a sickening, squirty, crunch-squish.

Greetings, mouse carcass #6.

I hop to the shower, disinfectant in hand.

Way to go, McLovin.

 

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I am a writer and lazy artist who loves travel, architecture and design. Right now, I'm into photography. My fabulous husband (a.k.a. The Varmint) and I are also the principals of a San Diego-based creative agency - and new parents to the divine Baby Mak. Read More >