I got a present for no reason last night, which is usually a wonderful thing. In this particular case, however, mine was a muted celebration, since the gift in question was a dead mouse (no, it was not pining for the fjords) from Heidi.
This is not the first time Heidi has generously shared her hunting trophies with me; thankfully, she only catches a mouse every 2 years, on average. This time, though, was extra special, because the mouse was stuck to the floor. I had to scrub mouse fur off my bedroom floor.
And it’s not even my birthday.