The story of why today sucked.
About three days ago I noticed that Pure Pop is the new home of a tiny cute little baby mouse, not the normal house kind but I think it's one of those field mice, the ones that can jump a ways... Regardless, I've been keeping my eye on it, and I didn't alert anyone at first cause I didn't know what Mike or anyone would want to do about it, I mean mice in a business place can't be acceptable right... Well this morning I walked down to find mike holding a box upside down against another flat box, apparently he had trapped the little guy in it and was going to take him outside and throw him in the snow. I gasped, he'd freeze to death! I watched in quiet agony as mike opened the door, when suddenly a little tiny mouse bottom poked out from the edge of the box, and then two little feet, mike was oblivious and I wasn't going to say anything "Jump!" I whispered, and like that he did, right down onto the floor and then quickly scurried to safety underneath the soda cooler. "Bravo, I thought, and laughed as mike walked outside and opened his empty box.
All was right in the world, or so I thought. Later I noticed the little guy making his way back to his hole behind the used CD's but instead of going to his safe place he made a detour behind the counter, and before long, Mike and Brooke were back on the case, trying to round him up, I watched with mild amusement at there attempts to lure him out, nothing really worked at first and I was beginning to think that this little dude was a survivor; but my amusement quickly turned to horror when he bolted out and right underneath Michael's boot heel,
Mike jumped back, and everyone shouted, and there on the ground was my little guy, squeaking and jerking around wildly, his tiny little mouse body broken beyond repair.
Michael looked around, searching our faces for forgiveness, but all we could do was stand and stare at the suffering creature; suffering we'd all caused, either through wanton aggression, ignorance or simple apathy. No more than six seconds passed, but they felt like an eternity, Mr mouse was rolled almost on his back, his head jerking back and forth and his little eyes looking around with terror, his back seemed broken, his arms moved while his legs didn't... Someone said "do something", no one moved, and so I did the only thing that could be done, I stomped it's little mousy head, real hard with my shoe, but not before giving him a really long look; I was trying to telepathically apologize, I said "I'm so sorry." I doubt it worked.
There wasn't anything else I could do I figured; besides put him out of his misery. He stopped flailing right after that, and everyone just sort of stood there, I picked up his tiny little lifeless body, and put it in the garbage. I swear I was the last person in that whole store that wanted anything bad to happen to him, I had a lot of fun watching him run around, especially when he'd scare customers.
That is why today sucked.
The rest of the day felt so morose; mike felt really bad I could tell, he's not a mean spirited guy, he just wanted the mouse out of the store, and then accidently mortally wounded the little fella, after that he just sort of turned around and did some ordering for an hour or so and didn't talk to anyone, I went in the backroom with a hammer and de-iced the freezer box for about 20 minutes. I was going to write some sort of "what I learned", "here's the meaning" sort of closer, but frankly, I don't really have one; maybe just "suffering is inevitable", or "watch where you step."