Yesterday morning, before anyone else was up, I stepped into our closed, attached garage and saw a puzzling scene.
A dead mouse lay on the floor. Weird.
I stepped over to where I could see the trap I’d set the night before. It was sprung and empty. Weird.
We have no critter poison available for public consumption in the garage. (Not for non-public consumption, either).
We have no interested-in-killing-mice-but-not-eating-them cat. (No cat at all, for that matter.)
I didn’t tinker with the scene at all, not in real life, not on my computer, not on any digital device.
So what’s the explanation for this?
I don’t know what happened.
What’s your theory?