TGIF yet again

Alas, poor mouse didn't make it. I found his crumpled body, and that of one of his friends on my pile of clean towels. They both had their heads so I suspect the boy. I named them Yorick and Horatio and gave them a back porch funeral. (Picked them up with a paper towel and flung them off the porch into the back yard)

But I did get a Pacific Rim fix written over at 31_days. So it wasn't all dead mice and Shakespeare.