No Soul-Shocking Trap-Snapping

Haven't posted much today. I ran out of words and had to pop down to Menards for more. They were out of stock, as usual, so I brought home a mouse trap that promises to enclose a live mouse in a house of loving steel. That way you can deposit the filthy live miscreant in your neighbor's garage. No gutty mouse mess, no soul-shocking trap-snapping. Things are looking up.