There was a mouse in my window well. Not now though. Now it's dead. I cried a little bit.
It was a big fat mouse, easily about the size of my fist. I didn't want it in there next to my bed and next to my new baby. What if it got inside? I am not afraid of mice, but they are germ-ridden and are supposed to carry all sorts of diseases. I didn't want it in my window well, but I also didn't really want Andrew to chop it in half with a hoe.
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