Today in the office, there was a mysterious smell looming in the air, which I wrote off as the smell of burning trash that's always looming in these parts.
This smell, however, was more like burning flesh.
This tiny little mouse had crawled underneath our accountant Joseph's computer and was scorched alive. Why is there blood? Implosion? Does that happen when you burn alive? Life's mysteries.
Happy Valentines Day, world!
Oh my gosh! That is disgusting... but hilarious... and sad little sad!
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