Does it make you feel good? Powerful? What? Help me to understand, please.
Why – why, oh why – would you want to sneak up behind me while I am minding my own business, hard at work? Everyone said that my scream probably hurt your little mousy ears. Well, I've got to be honest here: I hope it did. (Serves you right.) And I suppose the sight of me and my co-workers running, screaming, jumping on desks just didn't do it for you the first time… so you had to come back a second time. That's just plain rude, if you ask me.
Am I sorry that these brave souls, armed only with a candy bowl and a clipboard, trapped you and disposed of you? No.
Do I feel guilty that you were only caught because you had almost lost the ability to walk due to the poison put out at my request? Not even a little bit.
Does this make me a bad person? Maybe, but I don't care.
I only hope before you crossed over, you sent out a little mousy signal to all of your little mousy friends warning them to stay away from me. I may have to check under my desk before I can sit down, and look over my shoulder every three seconds… but at least I'm still alive, unlike you.
Who's laughing now?
Lesley
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