Daily story, January 25, 2025

Once everyone was asleep, I would go downstairs as quietly as I could and spring all the mousetraps. I took the bait and buried it at the bottom of the kitchen bin. Dad was close to breakdown. He thought he was being outsmarted by rodents. He never once suspected. One night, exhausted from a birthday party, I fell asleep before he went to bed. The next morning, there was a little mouse with a broken neck in the pantry.