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I noticed a mouse in a glue trap, tiny body trying to pull itself out, tug after tug. My dad meandered in and threw the whole thing away. No ***** given, he turned to think of other things. And that was it. The little critter will just go the way of all flesh, die in some family's trash. No sweat. Not even the one you wake up in at night, praying you will receive more forgiveness when you find yourself a trespasser on land you didn't know isn't yours.
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Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
In The Kitchen
I noticed a mouse in a glue trap, tiny body trying to pull itself out, tug after tug. My dad meandered in and threw the whole thing away. No ***** given, he turned to think of other things. And that was it. The little critter will just go the way of all flesh, die in some family's trash. No sweat. Not even the one you wake up in at night, praying you will receive more forgiveness when you find yourself a trespasser on land you didn't know isn't yours.
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Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
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