I started my new job today and I just want to rail at the injustice of the universe for a moment.
Because there was a MOUSE in the clinic! He ran in the front door last Tuesday (it's an automatic door that closes very slowly to give handicapped patients plenty of time to get in) and apparently he managed to find enough food to hang out for the past week.
And when I suggested bringing in a trap and squashing his little head, I started to realize that, even though I've always been the bleeding heart liberal everywhere I've worked in the past, a new day has dawned.
Because every single one of the women I worked with chorused, "No! You can't do that!"
So I won't.
However, if I were to set a pail of water, with a cunningly contrived little gangplank, I mean diving board, in the kitchen, it wouldn't be my fault if he found out he couldn't swim.....