Life Together

At 11:38 (or 23:38 for your doctors and military wannabes in the group), Tom bursts into the room. He's dressed in jeans and a gray zip-up hoodie, like the four other hoodies he bought today at the J. Crew outlet (yes, I managed to complete all of my Christmas shopping in 6 hours, woot). He stands in the doorway wearing blue kitchen gloves. He's found two mice dead in a glue trap that an exterminator placed and he and his roommates had forgotten about. The mice were little, he says, and they look like they suffered. And that's why Tom is wonderful, because this is not the first time he has agonized about the most humane way to kill a mouse.